I stopped off to give the high-sign to the boys, and say howdy, and swap yarns, and maybe haze some of 'em gently into camp.

I wanted to see if the Flying U has got any real ones left." Andy Green looked eloquently at the Native Son.

"Now, what do you know about that, Mig ?" he breathed softly behind a mouthful of smoke.

"Wanting to rope him out a few from the Flying U bunch.

Say! Have you got a real puncher amongst that outfit of long-haired hayseeds ?" The Native Son shook his head negligently and gave Luck a velvet-eyed glance of friendly pity.
"If there is, he's ranging deep in the breaks and never shows up at shipping time," he averred.