"Monkey wrench and can opener are about as many tools as you know how to use--unless maybe it's a corkscrew." He went on, muttering because he had ever let himself be imposed upon by Bland Halliday.

Muttering too because he had started out that morning to do stunts, instead of trying to find a buyer for the machine as he had first planned.

Now the prospect of getting back to Tucson that night looked very remote indeed.

And the winning of a fortune doing exhibition work looked even more remote.

"Unless we take up a collection amongst the Injuns cached out in the brush," he grinned ruefully to himself.