“Yes, I do. Nice girls. Pretty, too. But well, you see, they’re not the same colour as me.”
“Just the same, they are crazy about you.”
“Nonsense!”
“Yes, they are. Call you ‘Gold-piece.’ Us fellows got no chance if you want them.”
“Tell me about the stories you read, Tole.”
Tole refused to be diverted from his subject. “Stonor, I think you would like to be real crazy about a woman.”
“Maybe,” said the other dreamily. “Perhaps life would seem less empty then.”
“Would you go bury yourself among the Indians for a woman?”
“I hardly think so,” said Stonor, smiling. “Though you never can tell what you might do. But if I got turned down, I suppose I’d want to be as busy as possible to help forget it.”
“Well, I think that Imbrie is crazy for sure.”