Pete Johnson, with one puffed and discolored eye, a bruised cheek, and with skinned and bandaged knuckles, but cheerful and sunny of demeanor, sat facing McClintock.

Boland and Sedgwick sat a little to one side.

They had tried to withdraw, on the plea of intrusion; but McClintock had overruled them and bade them stay.
"For the few high words that passed atween us, I care not a boddle--though, for the cause of them I take shame to myself," said McClintock, glancing down affectionately at Mary Selden.

"I was the more misled--at the contrivance of yon fleechin' scoundrel of an Oscar.

'I'm off to Arizona, to win the boy free,' says he--the leein' cur!...