"That is, if it ain't too much," Hardy craftily added.
"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.