"As well forget that other name.

And," he added with the shrug which the Happy Family had come to hate, "as well forget the story, also.

I am not hungry for the feel of a knife in my back." He smiled again engagingly at Andy Green.
It was astonishing how readily that smile had sprung to life with the warmth of a little friendship, and how pleasant it was, withal.
"Just as you say," Andy agreed, not trying to hide his admiration.

"I guess nobody's got a better right to holler for silence.

But--say, you sure delivered the goods, old boy! You musta read about it, you fellows; about the American puncher that went over the line and rode one of their crack bulls all round the ring, and then--" He stopped and looked apologetically at Miguel, in whose dark eyes there flashed a warning light.