Another one of the boys had been hit in the arm, but it was only a flesh wound and nothing serious.

So far as they could find out, King's men had got off without a scratch, Frosty said; which was another great sorrow to Perry Potter, who went around saying pointed things about poor markmanship and fellows who couldn't hit a barn if they were locked inside--that kept the boys stirred up and undecided whether to feel insulted or to take it as a joke.
I wished that I was back there--until I read, down at the bottom of the last page, that Beryl King and her Aunt Lodema had gone back to the East.
The next day I learned the same thing from another source.

Edith Loroman had kept her promise--as I remembered her, she wasn't great at that sort of thing, either--and sent me a picture of White Divide just before I left the ranch.

Somehow, after that, we drifted into letter-writing.

I wrote to thank her for the picture, and she wrote back to say "don't mention it"-- in effect, at least, though it took three full pages to get that effect--and asked some questions about the ranch, and the boys, and Frosty Miller.