"I'd have remembered you if I'd ever met you.

You may have seen me in a picture somewhere." "By gracious, are you the little fellow that drove a stage coach and six horses down off a grade--" "That's my number, old-timer." Luck's smile widened to a grin.

That had been a hair-lifting scene, and Andy Green was not the first stranger to walk up and ask him if he had driven that stage coach and six horses down off a mountain grade into a wide gulch to avoid being held up and the regulation box of gold stolen.

It was probably the most spectacular thing Luck had ever done.

"Got down that bank fine as silk," he volunteered companionably, "and then when I'd passed camera and was outa the scene, by thunder, I tangled up with a deep chuck-hole that was grown over with weeds, and like to have broken my fool neck.