"What!" She stopped, and turned suddenly to face him.

"What's the matter?" he said, stopping, too. Something he said had
startled her, evidently.

"How can you say such a thing?" she cried. "_You_ love to fight!"

"Me?"

"You do! You love fighting. You always have loved fighting."

He was dumbfounded. "Why, I never had a fight in my life!"

She cried out in protest of such prevarication.

"Well, I never did," he insisted, mildly.

"Why, you had a fight about _me_!"

"No, I didn't."

"With Wesley Bender!"

Ramsey chuckled. "_That_ wasn't a fight!"

"It wasn't?"

"Nothing like one. We were just guyin' him about--about gettin' slicked
up, kind of, because he at in front of you; and he hit me with his book
strap and I chased him off. Gracious, no; _that_ wasn't a fight!"