'You've gone to work and fixed her!' he shouted. 'Who did it? By holy heaven, Billy, if you had a hand in it, I'll fix you right now.'
'Quit it, Dave,' said the Captain. 'There's another gal here.'
'Damn 'em,' shouted Dave, wildly, 'I'll teach 'em to fix my poor gal! I'm going to start work with Billy here.'
He produced a great revolver from his hip pocket, but before he could bring it down to his elbow the others held him.
'Don't be a gol-darned fool, Dave,' said the Captain. 'Billy's our pard.'
Dave struggled and swore. 'My gal's dead.'
'She's right enough,' growled Sinclair; 'only fainted.'
Dave was himself again. 'Gimme your bottle, Alf. I'm going to give my gal a drink.'
The Factor gave him the bottle, then asked Sinclair to detail events. 'Tell us how the flush was bob-tailed, Billy.'
The hunter obeyed, and startled his listeners by the account of Menotah's courage.