And that was a fluke." "What sort of a fluke ?" questioned Adela, who was frankly curious.
"When Buckskin Bill slipped through his fingers." Jack spoke thoughtfully.

"That's the only time I ever knew him fail, and I'm not sure that it wasn't intentional then." "Intentional!" Adela opened her eyes.
Jack smiled a little.

"I don't say it was so.

I only say it was possible.

But never mind that! It's an old story, and the man got away, anyhow--disappeared, dropped out.