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He smiled wanly at her, and at Wade, and then his gaze lifted to Belllounds. "I guess he licked me," he said, in weak voice. "He kept kicking my sore foot till I fainted. But he licked me all right." "Wils, mebbe he did lick you," replied the old rancher, brokenly, "but I reckon he's damn little to be proud of lickin' a crippled man thet way." "Boss, Jack'd been drinking," said Moore, weakly.
The cowboy's face showed the red marks of battle and the white of passion. "I'm not going to lie, you can bet on that," he declared, forcefully. "Ahuh! I might hev knowed you an' Jack'd clash," said Belllounds, gruffly. "What happened?" "He hurt my horse. If it hadn't been for that there'd been no trouble." A light leaped up in the old man's bold eyes. He was a lover of horses.
"I d' know as I could hardly tell," said the hostess thoughtfully. "There's Colonel Marvin, he's got the largest shoe-shop; and some the hat-shop folks, most any of 'em would do. And then there's Mr. Wilmington that owns the stocking mills; him or Mr. Jack Wilmington, either one'd be good. Mr. Jack'd be the best, I guess.
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