"Sir ?" "I mean," said Patches, embarrassed, as though he had spoken involuntarily, "that what you say applies to those who live idly--doing no useful work whatever--as well as to those who are dishonest in business of any kind, or who deliberately steal outright.

Don't you think so ?" The Dean--his eyes still fixed on the face of the new man--answered slowly, "I reckon that's so, Patches.

When you come to think about it, it _must_ be so.

One way or another every man that takes what he ain't earned has to pay for it." "Who is he ?" asked the visitors of Curly and Bob, as they went for their horses, when the meal was over.
The Cross-Triangle men shook their heads.
"Just blew in one day, and the Dean hired him," said Bob.
"But he's the handiest man with his fists that's ever been in this neck of the woods.

If you don't believe it, just you start something," added Curly with enthusiasm.
"Found it out, did you ?" laughed Bert.
"In something less than a minute," admitted Curly.
"Funny name!" mused "Shorty." Bob grinned.