"I want to call your attention to the big dust off in the north.

I've been watching it half an hour.

That dust, if I'm not mistaken, is the Bar Cross coming; they've heard the news!" "So, Mr.Lisner, you hadn't a chance to get by with it," said Pringle slowly and thoughtfully.

"If I hadn't balked you, the Barelas stood ready; if the Barelas failed, yonder big dust was on the way; half your own posse would have turned on you for half a guess at the truth.
It's a real nice little world--and it hates a lie.

A good many people lay their fine-drawn plans, but they mostly don't come off! Men are but dust, they tell us.