"I left it on my saddle last night, and now--" "And that was a fool thing to do, I must say!" commented Dade, startled into harshness.

He slid the pistol into its holster and buckled the belt around his muscular body with fingers that moved briskly.

"Well, my riata's no slouch--you can use it.

You've used it before." "I don't want yours.

I've got used to my own.