"I'll be darned—no—yes—dinged if it isn't the Dink chasing the Canary!"
As they sprang up, amazed, Stover dove at the fleeing tormentor, caught him, and the two went down in a heap, thrashing to and fro.
"Well, I'll be jig-swiggered!" said Cheyenne.
"I'll eat my pants!"
"The Dink!"
At this moment the awful wreck of the Coffee-colored Angel limped up. A chorus broke out:
"The Coffee-colored Angel!"
"Shot to pieces!"
"Massacred!"
"Kicked by a horse!"