Wouldn't they believe it, Mister, if it was told that you had been in an accident and got crippled for life ?" In spite of his embarrassment, Casey grinned.

"Yeah, I guess they'd believe it, all right," he admitted.

"They'd likely be tickled to death to see me goin' around on crutches." He cast a hasty thought back into his past, when he had driven a careening stage between Pinnacle and Lund, strewing the steep trail with wreckage not his own.

"Yeah, it'd tickle 'em to death.

Them that's rode with me," he concluded.
"Oh, you certainly are a godsend! Duck outa sight somewhere while I go tell Jack dear that we've found a way open for us to show, after all!" While Casey was pulling the sag out of his jaw so that he could protest, could offer her money, do anything save what she wanted, the show lady disappeared.