"That's one way for 'em to get blue jeans," said the driver cryptically.
If that had been the case, Blue Jeans might have found it in his heart to be sorry for him.
That's what Blue Jeans had heard and almost begun to disbelieve.
Blue Jeans had pounced upon the query with sensations of deliverance.
And Blue Jeans could almost hear them exclaiming as they crowded to the panes.
After a while the foeman would have clinched, but Blue Jeans prevented that.
So Blue Jeans had suddenly found his Dream in the process of coming true.
Then Blue Jeans watered his horse for him and led it where he lay.
But Blue Jeans, who had landed lightly on the gravel, saw what Devereau had missed.
He was sorry that he had not gone out to speak to Blue Jeans himself.