looking like a jeweler's window, he turned and fled from the car, crying: "Pin 'em on th' brakeman!"
He found the outfit working at a pile of rocks on the track, under the supervision of the conductor, and Hopalong looked up apprehensively at Skinny's approach.
"Lord!" he ejaculated, grinning sheepishly, "I was some scairt you was a woman."
Red dropped the rock he was carrying and laughed derisively.
"Oh, yo 're a brave man, you are! scared to death by a purty female girl! If I 'd 'a' been you I would n't 'a' run, not a step!"
Hopalong looked at him witheringly: "Oh, no! You would n't 'a' run! You 'd dropped dead in your tracks, you would!"
"You was both of you a whole lot scared," Skinny laughed. Then, turning to the conductor: "How do you feel, Simms?"
"Oh, I 'm all right: but it took the starch out of me for awhile."
"Well, I don't wonder, not a bit."
