After that we can drop out of town,
and take our time heading for the mountain; because I think I'd like
Peg to get there first, so that he couldn't say we'd stolen his
thunder."
Half an hour later the saddle boys, having finished their business, and
sent the Circle ranch cowboy galloping homeward bearing the message to
Mr. Haywood, were moving slowly through the main street of the town,
heading toward a store where they could pick up a couple of blankets, a
simple cooking outfit, and some of the substantials in the way of
bacon, coffee and the like, when they came upon a scene that instantly
attracted their attention.
It was a terrified cry that reached their ears at first, and caused
both boys to pull in their horses. Glancing in the direction whence
the sound of distress seemed to spring, they saw a small Mexican girl
struggling with an over-grown fellow, garbed in the customary range
habit, even to the "chaps" of leather covering his trousers.
Both Frank and Bob jumped from their saddles, for the little affair was
taking place in the courtyard of an inn that fronted on the street.
Whether the brute was simply playing the bully, and trying to kiss the
girl; or meant to strike her for getting in his way, Bob Archer did not
stop to inquire.
His warm Kentucky blood on fire, he made a swoop for the fellow, and
managed to give him a tremendous blow that toppled him over in a heap.
"Lie there, you coward!" he exclaimed.
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