"He was as white as that sheet and he stalked off toward the Fort without a word to me." "I simply told him Mr.Clarke had insulted me," answered Betty calmly.
"Great Heavens! Betty, what have you done ?" exclaimed Mrs.Zane.
"You don't know Eb when he is angry.

He is a big fool over you, anyway.

He is liable to kill Clarke." Betty's blood was up now and she said that would not be a matter of much importance.
"When did he insult you ?" asked the elder woman, yielding to her natural curiosity.
"It was last October." "Pooh! It took you a long time to tell it.

I don't believe it amounted to much.

Mr.Clarke did not appear to be the sort of a man to insult anyone.