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Steve had a mind to show that he, too, could do some of these

things passing well. Wherefore, he had let himself be badgered

good-naturedly into trying a fall with these famous buckers. As

the heavy work of the round-up was almost over, Dillon was glad

to relax discipline enough to give the boys a little fun.

The remuda was driven up while the outfit was at breakfast. His

friends guyed Steve with pleasant prophecy.

"He'll be hunting leather about the fourth buck!"

"If he ain't trying to make of himse'f one of them there Darius

Green machines!" suggested another.

"Got any last words, Steve? Dead Easy most generally eats 'em

alive," Dick derided.

"Sho! Cayn't you see he's so plumb scared he cayn't talk?"