And if the weather holds good, we'll just make a long hard drive of this bunch of drivel; we'll rush 'em through--sabe?
And I'll make it my business to see that Mart doesn't unload any more of the same.

You may even get some fun out of it, seeing you're not fed up on this said Western drama, the way I am.

Anyway, what's the word?
Shall I hop into the machine and go down and buy you fellows a bunch of return tickets, or shall I assign you your parts and wade into this blood and bullets business ?" Weary folded his arms and grinned down at Luck.

"I'm all for the blood and bullets, myself," he said promptly.

"I'm just crazy to come shooting and yelling down this little imitation street and do things that are bold and bad." "I should think," interjected Rosemary Green, with a pretty viciousness, "that you'd be ashamed, Luck Lindsay! Do you think we are a bunch of quitters?
Give me a part--and a gun--and I'll stand on a ladder behind that hotel window and shoot 'em as fast as they can turn the corner down there." Her brown eyes twinkled hearteningly at him.