But in that half minute he threw aside his plan as a weak, puerile wasting of time, and he answered Andy Green truthfully.
"No, I didn't fall off the train," he drawled.

"I just grabbed my grip and beat it when they told me where I was.

I'm out on a still hunt for some real boys.

Some that can ride and shoot and that know cow-science so well they don't have to glad up in cowboy clothes and tie red bandanna bibs on to make folks think they're range broke." "And yet you're wasting time in this tame little granger wart on the map!" "No, not wasting time," smiled Luck serenely.

"A little old trunk-juggler up the trail told me about the Flying U outfit that is still sending their wagons out when the grass gets green.