"What hit you?"
"Dink," said the Coffee-colored Angel, taking a tooth out of his muddy mouth. "I caught him."
Presently they saw Stover arise and loose the battered White Mountain Canary, who broke wildly for shelter.
"Well, anyhow," said the Coffee-colored Angel, "Dink's swallowed the Canary."
"What's he up to now?" said Cheyenne.
They watched him approach the fence, deliberately take off his coat, remove his collar and necktie, tighten his belt and methodically, slowly roll up his sleeves.
"Here he comes," said the Coffee-colored Angel, moving swiftly away. "Why, he's crying!"
Dink came up the path, choking with rage and the knowledge of his own tears, and in front of them all threw down his coat.
"You thought I was afraid, did you? You thought I was a coward!" he sobbed. "Well, I'll show you whether I'm afraid of you, any of you, you big bullies! You big stuff, you, come on!"
And suddenly advancing, he squared off and struck Tough McCarty a wild blow, crash on the nose.