I'd heard a good deal about you, and--well, I thought I'd see if I could go you one better.

And you put that Mexico yarn across so smooth and easy, I just simply couldn't resist the temptation to make you think it was all straight goods.

Sabe ?" Andy Green did not say a word, but he looked exceedingly foolish.
"So I think we can both safely consider ourselves top-hands when it comes to lying," the Native Son went on shamelessly.

"And if you're willing to go in with me on it and help put Dunk on the run--" He glanced over his shoulder, saw that Happy Jack, on horseback, was coming out to haze in the saddle bunch, and turned to stroll back as lazily as he had come.

He continued to speak smoothly and swiftly, in a voice that would not carry ten paces.