The Native Son smiled his slow, amused smile, that somehow never failed to be impressive. “That's the funny part of it,” he drawled. “You didn't. I just piled another little josh on top of yours, that's all. I never throwed a bull in my life, except with my lariat. I'd heard a good deal about you, and--well, I thought I'd see if I could go you one better. And you put that Mexico yarn across so smooth and easy, I just simply couldn't resist the temptation to make you think it was all straight goods. Sabe?” Andy Green did not say a word, but he looked exceedingly foolish. “So I think we can both safely consider ourselves top-hands when it comes to lying,” the Native Son went on shamelessly. “And if you're willing to go in with me on it and help put Dunk on the run--” He glanced over his shoulder, saw that Happy Jack, on horseback, was coming out to haze in the saddle bunch, and turned to stroll back as lazily as he had come. He continued to speak smoothly and swiftly, in a voice that would not carry ten paces. While Andy Green, with brown head bent attentively, listened eagerly and added a sentence or two on his own account now and then, and smiled--which he had not been in the habit of doing lately. “Say, you fellers are gittin' awful energetic, ain't yuh?--wranglin' horses afoot!” Happy Jack bantered at the top of his voice when he passed them by. “Better save up your strength while you kin. Weary's goin' to set us herdin' sheep agin--and I betche there's goin' to be something more'n herdin' on our hands before we git through.” “I wouldn't be a bit surprised if there was,” sang out Andy, as cheerfully as if he had been invited to dance “Ladies' choice” with the prettiest girl in the crowd. “Wonder what hole he's going to dump this bunch into,” he added to the Native Son. “By gracious, he ought to send 'em just as far north as he can drive 'em without paying duty! I'd sure take 'em over into Canada, if it was me running the show.” “It was a mistake,” the Native Son volunteered, “for the whole bunch to go off like we did to-day. They had those sheep up here on the hill just for a bait. They knew we'd go straight up in the air and come down on those two freaks herding 'em, and that gave them the chance to cross the other bunch. I thought so all along, but I didn't like to butt in.” “Well Weary's mad enough now to do things that will leave a dent, anyway,” Andy commented under his breath when, from the corral gate, he got a good look at Weary's profile, which showed the set of his mouth and chin. “See that mouth? It's hunt the top rail, and do it quick, when old Weary straightens out his lips like that.”