"How -- how do you know it, Dave?"

"Know it? Andy, I SEEN 'EM MESELF!"

"You did, Dave?" in a tone that suggested sorrow more than anger
at Dave's part in the seeing of them.

"Gorstruth, Andy!"

. . . . .

"Tell me, Dave, who was the feller? That's all I want to know."

"I can't tell you that. I only seen them when I was canterin' past
in the dusk."

"Then how'd you know it was a man at all?"

"It wore trousers, anyway, and was as big as you; so it couldn't
have been a girl. I'm pretty safe to swear it was Mick Kelly.
I saw his horse hangin' up at Porter's once or twice.
But I'll tell you what I'll do: I'll find out for you, Andy.
And, what's more, I'll job him for you if I catch him!"

Andy said nothing; his hands clenched and his chest heaved.
Dave laid a friendly hand on his shoulder.

"It's red hot, Andy, I know. Anybody else but you and I wouldn't have cared.
But don't be a fool; there's any Gorsquantity of girls knockin' round.