Then he stepped out, looked us over quickly and demanded our names.

He had us ragged cold, so there was nothing to do but give him our names.

Now, there's the whole story fellows, and I'm mighty glad I've got at the truth of it." "So am I," muttered Dan dryly.
"Darrin, you haven't said whether you accept my apology," Farley continued insistently.

"I'm mighty sorry for the whole thing, and I'm glad you thrashed me as you did when we met.

I richly deserved that for my hot-headedness." For just a moment Dave Darrin couldn't speak, but he held out his hand.
"Thank you, old fellow," cried Farley, grasping it.