I gave Gun the paper; he thanked me; said he must look out better for those receipts, and added that he was educating a bit of a girl out on the coast.
"Yours, Gun?" I asked kindly.
"No, John; she ain't; I'd give $5,000 if she was."
He looked at me straight, with that clear, blue eye, and I knew he told me the truth.
"How old is she?" I asked.
"I don't know; 'bout five or six."
"Ever seen her?"
"No."
"Where did you get her?"