"Well," prompted Racey, "you'd oughta be able to tell us whether there was any other fights while you was here?"
"They wasn't," plunged Thompson. "Everything was salubrious till Dale started his battle."
"And when did you get here?" pursued Racey.
"Oh, I'd been here all night."
"And you dunno of any other brush except the one between Dale and the stranger?"
"I done said so forty times," Thompson declared, peevishly. "How many times have I gotta repeat it?"
"As many times as yo're asked," put in the sheriff, sharply.
"Didja see anybody get hurt—have a accident or something while you were here, Thompson?" Racey bored on.
Thompson shook an impatient head. "Nobody got hurt or had a accident."
"Then," said Racey, turning suddenly on McFluke, "how did you get that black eye?"