He was one of those who had bet on Hatrack, and Ted recognized him as
the foreman of the Running Water horse ranch.
"Well, the gal stole the race fer these fellers, an' we ain't goin' ter
stand fer it. They needn't think they kin bring any o' their gals in
here to do their dirty work. They all look alike to us."
"See here," said Ted coolly, "let me give you a piece of advice. Leave
the young lady out of it, or I'll give you something else to think about
for a while."
"Rats fer you," said the fellow, snapping his fingers under Ted's nose.
He picked himself from the ground ten feet away, wiping his bleeding
nose and wondering what had happened to him.
"Say, boy," said the foreman of the Running Water, "that was as pretty
and clean a blow as ever I see. You can handle them mitts o' yours right
handy."
A score of men had rushed up and surrounded Ted and Kit, all shouting
and gesticulating at the same time.
Meantime, Ben was having his troubles in the judges' stand.
He had, of course, decided in favor of Hatrack, while the big man had
declared for a foul and no decision, and the third judge stood wavering.
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