"You're wrong," the younger man said. "It was my own proposition that I
come here with you and work, an' you know it. Now what you got to say?"
Gilbert put his arm around "Red's" big shoulder, and playfully pushed him
off the box. "You're just a big kid, aren't you, 'Red'?"
"I don't know what I am. But I do know I was only too glad to take the
gamble with you. An' I'll take another one right now if you've got one to
suggest."
Gilbert pushed the case over on its side. It was empty. There were some
Navajo blankets on a little stand by the window. These he now fetched over
to the case, first placing them carefully on the floor, spread out in all
their rainbow beauty. Their bright patterns glorified the room, as if a
lamp had been lighted. He said nothing. "Red" wondered what he was doing
with these splendid blankets. He had never seen anything like them on the
ranch, though there were others on the walls.
"I'd like to remark," "Red" went on, "that if we ever gets into the cow
business again, we ought to get us a nice ranch in Washington, D.C. It
don't pay American citizens to go too fur away from home, these days."
Gilbert laughed. Then, "Oh!" he ejaculated, as though remembering
something.
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