You take it from me, Tom, I don't know your brother, but I know he was kiddin' you.

It was away over east of here that those fellows got lost." After Tomaso had mounted reluctantly and ridden away, however, Johnny discovered himself faced southward, staring off toward Mexico.

It was just a yarn, about that airplane over there.

Of course there was nothing in it--nothing whatever.

He didn't believe for a minute that an airplane was sitting like a hawk on the sands a few miles to the south of him.