‘What did they do to you, Rex?’ she asked anxiously.
‘Not much,’ cheerfully. ‘One of the boys knocked me down, and then I knocked him down.’
‘The hell yuh did!’ blurted Lem, swinging down from his saddle. ‘Which one was it, Morgan?’
‘I think it was Mr. Cahill.’
‘Spike Cahill!’ exploded Noah. ‘You knocked him down?’
‘Yes. It was quite a while before he recovered.’
‘Say-a-a! C’mere and shake hands.’
Rex shook hands with Noah, who doubled up with mirth.
‘Is Spike Cahill a fighter?’ asked Hashknife.
‘Not necessarily; but he’s shore belligerent. Wish t’ gosh I’d ’a’ seen it. That’ll stigmatize Spike to his dyin’ day.’