“It's a perfect outrage! Who did it, Charley?” she asked.
“You sit down and I'll tell you all about it,” said Norton happily.
“Now tell me, Charley!” when she had seated herself.
“Who fetched you, Betty—old Tom?”
“No, I came alone.”
“Well, it's mighty kind of you. I'll be all right in a day or so. What did you hear?—that I'd been attacked and half-killed?”
“Yes—and robbed.”
“There were three of the scoundrels. They made me climb out of the saddle, and as I was unarmed they did as they pleased with me, which was to stamp me flat in the road—”
“Charley!”
“I might almost be inclined to think they were friends of yours, Betty—or at least friends of friends of yours.”