Another and he was off, with Molly Wingate, in a white dead faint, in his arms.
By now others had seen the affair from their places in the wagon park.
Men and women came hurrying.

Banion laid the girl down, sought to raise her head, drove back the two horses, ran with his hat to the stream for water.

By that time Woodhull had joined him, in advance of the people from the park.
"What do you mean, you damned fool, you, by riding my horse off without my consent!" he broke out.

"If she ain't dead--that damned wild horse--you had the gall--" Will Banion's self-restraint at last was gone.

He made one answer, voicing all his acquaintance with Sam Woodhull, all his opinion of him, all his future attitude in regard to him.
He dropped his hat to the ground, caught off one wet glove, and with a long back-handed sweep struck the cuff of it full and hard across Sam Woodhull's face..