"So?" he said, sympathy in his tone. "It ees too
bad." He paused, letting the smoke curl over his head again. "Ah! I see her
now! You are ze nephew of Uncle Henry which owns zis rancho which are to be
foreclosed by moggidge." Gilbert nodded. "H'm! Zat shall make her all
different some more! Axplain for me, so I shall know."
Gilbert replied: "There's not much to tell. I borrowed ten thousand from
my uncle; ten more from Hardy--the tall man, and our neighbor. He's a loan
shark--you know, in a mortgage. I go to the war. When I come home, cattle
all gone. No money. That's all." He made a gesture as though the world were
tumbling about him.
"I see," said Lopez. "And wiz ze strange ideas of your country, it makes
you feel bad."
"Well, it seems like a pretty good chunk of trouble to hand an average
citizen," young Jones said.
"Trouble?" Lopez let out the word in wrath. "You are no trouble. You only
sink you are."
"You don't call this trouble? If it isn't then I don't know what trouble
is!"
"Not really trouble." He came over and put his hand on Gilbert's shoulder.
"Only trouble you are made for yourself because you go by law what are
foolish instead of sense what are wise.
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