I can remember when you were more timid, amigo." He turned his head until his eyes fell upon Andy.

"Say, Andy!" he called.
"Come and take a look at this hombre.

You'll have to think back a few years," he assisted laconically.
In response, Andy rode up eagerly.

Like the Native Son, he leaned and peered into eyes that stared back defiantly, wavered, and turned away.
Andy also sat back in the saddle then, and snorted.
"So this is the Dunk Whittaker that's been raising merry hell around here! And talks about sending for the sheriff, huh?
I've always heard that a lot uh gall is the best disguise a man can hide under, but, by gracious, this beats the deuce!" He turned to the astounded Happy Family with growing excitement in his manner.
"Boys, we don't have to worry much about this gazabo! We'll just freeze onto him till the sheriff heaves in sight.

Gee! There'll sure be something stirring when we tell him who this Dunk person really is! And you say he was in with the Old Man, once?
Oh, Lord!" He looked with withering contempt at Dunk; and Dunk's glance flickered again and dropped, just as his hand dropped to the pocket of his coat.
"No, yuh don't, by cripes!" Big Medicine's hand gripped Dunk's arm on the instant.