He'll give them the hottest fight they ever had, as long as he lasts."
"Hurray fer you, Stella," exclaimed Bud. "You speak for fair. Kit's not
much on size, but he's a whirlwind."
Shan Rhue was slowly getting on his feet. His broad, brutal face was
badly discolored where Ted's fists had come in contact with it.
One of his eyes was bloodshot and rapidly taking on a green-and-purple
hue, and his upper lip stuck out like an overhanging roof. As he looked
around and saw that the broncho boys were alone, and that he had been
left to recover as best he might by those whom he had called his friends
and supporters, he growled deep in his chest.
"The skunks," he muttered, between his swollen lips. "They'd make me
fight an' steal fer them, an' then leave me in the hole, would they?
Well, I'll make them hump fer this."
Then he looked unsteadily at Ted out of his good eye, as if he was
wondering how it all had happened. But while his glance was not as
belligerent as it had been, still there was nothing but hatred in his
expression.
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