"Reach out an' grab them.

But say your prayers before you do--you an' that sufferin' monolith with the underbrush scattered all over his mug.

Come an' take them!" He jeered as he saw Neal Taggart's face whiten.

"Hell!" he added as he saw the elder Taggart make a negative motion toward his son, "you ain't got no clear thoughts just at this minute, eh ?" "We ain't aimin' to force trouble," growled the older man.

"We're just curious, that's what.