3/16 I reckon you've sent by Bill Wilson for a trumpet to proclaim--" "Oh, shut up. I think," Jack decided suddenly and without any visible cause, "I'll turn off here and ride around by Jerry Simpson's. Adios, old man, and heaps of good luck to you." He swung abruptly off to the right and galloped away, looking back over his shoulder when he had ridden a hundred paces, to wave his sombrero and shout a last word or two of farewell. "Though if he had good sense, he would be thankful. Me, I should not like to have trouble with that friend of yours, Senor. |