Gilbert merely shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, of all the--" his Uncle Henry went on. "It's a darn good thing for
you that I'm an invalid! That's all I got to say!" He wheeled about, and
aimed at the door that led to the open air. At that instant "Red" Giddings,
the husky young foreman, appeared directly in his path, his shock of fiery
hair like an aureole about his head. "Git out o' my way!" Uncle Henry
yelled. "Gol darn the gol darn luck, anyhow!"

And through years of practice he shot into the yard as straight as an
arrow.




CHAPTER IV

WHEREIN "RED" REVEALS HIS HEART, AND MRS. QUINN GIVES HIM GOOD COFFEE AND
GOOD ADVICE


"Red" Giddings had been on the ranch with Gilbert since the very beginning.
He came from the North with the young man, willing to stake all on this one
venture. Like young Jones, he was not afraid. He was an efficient,
well-set-up young fellow, with three consuming passions: Arizona, his
harmonica, and Angela Hardy. The first saw a lot of "Red"; the second
touched his lips frequently; but as for Angela--well, perhaps the poor boy
kissed his harmonica so often in order to forget her lips. But if his own
music charmed "Red," it failed to have that effect upon