Don't overlook the fact that two of us happen to know all about you; and we know just where to send word, to dig up a lot more identification.

So bluffing ain't going to help you out, a darned bit." "Miguel, you can go with Andy," Weary said with brisk decision.

"Take Dunk down to the ranch till the sheriff gets here--if it's straight goods about Dunk sending for him.

If he didn't, we can take Dunk in to-morrow, ourselves." He turned and fixed a cold, commanding eye upon the slack-jawed herders.

"Come along, you two, and get these sheep headed outa here." "Say, we'll just lock him up in the blacksmith shop, and come on back," Andy amended the order after his own free fashion.