“Oh! Has he been—hurt?”
“He’s skinned an’ bruised up some, but I reckon he’s not hurt.”
“Flo—what happened?” demanded Carley, anxiously.
“Carley, do you know Glenn can fight like the devil?” asked Flo.
“No, I don’t. But I remember he used to be athletic. Flo, you make me nervous. Did Glenn fight?”
“I reckon he did,” drawled Flo.
“With whom?”
“Nobody else but that big hombre, Haze Ruff.”
“Oh!” gasped Carley, with a violent start. “That—that ruffian! Flo, did you see—were you there?”
“I shore was, an’ next to a horse race I like a fight,” replied the Western girl. “Carley, why didn’t you tell me Haze Ruff insulted you last night?”