"Say, I've heard quite a lot about you.

Bill Masters, up at Lund, has spoke of you often.

He knows you, don't he ?" "Bill Masters sure had ought t' know me," Casey grinned.

In a big, roaring, unfriendly city, here sounded a friendly, familiar tone; a voice straight from the desert, as it were.

Casey forgot what had happened when Barney Oakes crossed his path claiming acquaintance with Bill Masters, of Lund.