I drove right to where I looked down off the pinnacle--remember ?--and saw the outlaw gang at the foot of the grade; I made all the 'dissolves,' and where I went back and captured 'em and brought 'em in to camp.

But I didn't drive off the grade into the gulch till last thing, as luck would have it.

Good thing, too.

That old coach was sure some busted, and I wasn't doing any more smiles till I grew some hide." Andy Green licked his cigarette and let his honest gray eyes wander from Luck to the darkly handsome face of the Native Son.

"Sounds most as exciting as holding down a homestead, anyway.