For Andy Green, being a young man of vivid imagination and no conscience whatever, had fooled them too often with his lies.

They waited, and they watched him covertly and a bit puzzled.
Silence and gloom were not boon companions of Andy Green, at any time.
So Weary, having the most charitable nature of any among them, sighed and yielded the point of silent contention.
"What was all that you started to tell us about the dry-farmers, Andy ?" he asked indulgently.
"All straight goods.

But there's no use talking to you bone-heads.
You'll set around chewing the rag and looking wise till it's too late to do anything but holler your heads off." He got up from where he had been lounging on a bench just outside the mess house and walked away, with his hands thrust deep into his pockets and his shoulders drooped forward.
The Happy Family looked after him doubtfully.
"Aw, it's just some darned josh uh his," Happy Jack declared.

"I know HIM." "Look at the way he slouches along--like he was loaded to the ears with trouble!" Pink pointed out amusedly.

"He'd fool anybody that didn't know him, all right." "And he fools the fellows that do know him, oftener than anybody else," added the Native Son negligently.