"Yes, look!" And the old man pointed to the bag.
"But whose bag is it?" Gilbert persisted.
Uncle Henry lifted a thin finger and directed it to Pell. "His'n!" he said.
But Gilbert was still in a daze.
"But what in the world could anybody be taking specimens of the soil around here for?" he inquired, and then began to think.
"Just to show the character of the ground, to see what will grow best," Pell hastened to explain.
"But it won't grow nothin'—not even rocks, an' you know it," the occupant of the wheel chair said. Then a new thought came to him, and he shot out, "By golly, I got it! He's an oil man, ain't he?"
Pell, furious, cried, "Oh, shut up! You old busybody!"
"He wants to buy this ranch because there's oil here!" Uncle Henry went on, not dismayed in the least at the other's insult.
"Bah!" Pell scornfully ejaculated.