I thought, once I made up my mind, that would settle it.

But that's just the commencement; you've got to fight something inside of you that's as husky a fighter as you are.

You've got to--" "There!" Mason reached out and tapped him impressively on the arm with a match he was about to light.

"Now you've got the bull right by the horns! You ain't so darned sure of yourself now--and so I'm dead willing to gamble on you.

I ain't a bit afraid to go off and let you have full swing." "Well, I hope you won't feel like kicking me all over the ranch when you get back," Ford said, after a long pause, during which Mason's whole attention seemed centered upon his cigarette.