Andy waited a moment. Then: "On the dead, boys, my leg's broke--like you'd bust a dry stick. Come and see--for yourselves." "Maybe--" Irish began, uncertainly, in an undertone. Andy's voice had in it a note of pain that was rather convincing. "Aw, he's just trying to head us off. Didn't I help pack him up that ungodly bluff, last spring, thinking he was going to die before we got him to the top--and him riding off and giving us the horse-laugh to pay for it? You can bite, if yuh want to; I'm going on. I sure savvy Andy Green." "Come and look," Andy begged from below. "If I'm joshing--" "You can josh and be darned," finished Jack for him. "I don't pack you up hill more than once, old-timer. We're going to call on your Mary-girl. When yuh get good and refreshed up, you can come and look on at me and Irish acting pretty and getting a stand-in. So-long!" Irish, looking back over his shoulder, saw Andy raise his head and gaze after them; saw it drop upon his arms just before they went quite over the hill. The sight stuck persistently and unpleasantly in his memory. "Yuh know, he _might_ be hurt," he began tentatively when they had ridden slowly a hundred yards or so. "He might. But he ain't. He's up to some game again, and he wouldn't like anything better than to have us ride down there and feel his bones. If you'd been along, that day in the Bad-lands, you'd know the kind of bluff he can put up. Why, we all thought sure he was going to die. He acted that natural we felt like we was packing a corpse at a funeral--and him tickled to death all the while at the load he was throwing! No sir, yuh don't see me swallowing no such dope as _that_, any more. When he gets tired uh laying there, he'll recover rapid and come on. Don't yuh worry none about Andy Green; why, man, do yuh reckon any horse-critter could break _his_ leg--a rider like him? He knows more ways uh falling off a horse without losing the ashes off his cigarette than most men know how to--how to punish grub! Andy Green _couldn't_ get hurt with a horse! If he could, he'd uh been dead and playing his little harp long ago." Such an argument was more convincing than the note of pain in the voice of Andy, so that Irish shook off his uneasiness and laughed at the narrow escape he'd had from being made a fool. And speedily they forgot the incident.