The Sheriff's Son
Roy smiled wanly. "You 've heard about it, then?"
"Heard about it! Say, son, I 've heard nothing else for the last twenty minutes. You 're the talk of the town. I did n't know you was such a bad actor." Dave stopped to break into a chuckle. "Wow! You certainly hit the high spots. Friend Meldrum and Charlton and our kind host Hart—all laid out at one clatter. I never was lucky. Here I would n't 'a' missed seeing you pull off this Samson encore for three cows on the hoof, and I get in too late for the show."
"They 're not hurt badly, are they?" asked Beaudry, a little timidly.
Dave looked at him with a curious little smile. "You don't want to go back and do the job more thorough, do you? No need, son. Meldrum and Charlton are being patched up in the hospital and Hart is at Doc White's having the glass picked out of his geography. I 've talked with some of the also rans, and they tell me unanimous that it was the most thorough clean-up they have participated in recently."
"What will they do—after they get over it?"
Dingwell grinned. "Search me! But I 'll
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