"You pick out the big minutes from the old days--that had a whole lot of dust and sun and thirst and hunger in between, when all's said--you pick out the big minutes, and you bring them to life again, and sort of push them up close together and leave out most of the hardships.

That's why so many of the old boys drift into pictures, I reckon.

They try to forget themselves in the big minutes." The two who rode with him were silent for a space.

Then the Native Son spoke drily: "About the biggest minutes we get now come about meal times." "Oh, we can get down in the breaks on round-up time and kinda forget the world's fenced clear 'way round it with barb-wire," Andy bettered the statement.

"But round-up gets shorter every year." "My next picture," Luck observed artfully and yet with a genuine desire to unbosom himself a little to these two who would understand, "my next picture is going to be different.