"How much?" Uncle Henry asked.
"Oh, two hundred dollars," Jasper Hardy grandly said.
"Two hundred dol--Git out o' my way!" Uncle Henry wheeled straight through
him.
"Say, where are you goin'?" Hardy cried.
"To Mexico!" Uncle Henry said. "This country's gettin' so it ain't fit to
live in!" And he whirled out of the room.
Hardy turned to his daughter. "Nothing to keep us here any longer. Come on,
Angy."
"Come, 'Red,'" said the girl, as she started to follow her father. What
else was there to do?
Even though it was Angela who called to him, "Red's" allegiance was for the
moment elsewhere.
"I gotter stick by him," he said, looking at Gilbert.
"No," said Gilbert. "This is something I've got to settle alone. But I
thank you, 'Red'--I thank you with all my heart. You're a brick--a red
brick." He smiled and patted him on the back.
"Red" was suspicious still. He looked at Gilbert. "You don't think he'll
try any funny business, do you? You're sure you won't need me around?"
"How can he try any funny business?" Gilbert asked.
"I know," said "Red." Gilbert looked at him closely. "I get yuh," the
foreman continued. "But I don't like it just the same.
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