Facing the group and with his back toward the biplane, Harvey answered:
“Your friend had a misunderstanding with my friend, and it doesn’t seem to be settled yet, though it looks as if yours had the advantage.”
“What was the quarrel about?”
“Your friend—”
“That’s Herb,” interrupted the other speaker.
“Herb fired his gun at us without any cause.”
“Yes; we heerd it; if he didn’t have any cause, what was the reason he took a shot at you?”
“Pure cussedness is all I can think of.”
“Didn’t he hit either of you?”
“He grazed my face; we came down to ask an explanation, and my colored companion was giving him a good pummeling, when you came up and scared him away.”