At the Y.D. George conducted the search for his horse blanket in the strangest places. It took him mainly about the yard of the house, and even to the kitchen door, where he interviewed the Chinese boy.
“You catchee horse blanket around here?” he inquired, with appropriate gesticulations.
“You losee hoss blanket?”
“Yep.”
“What kind hoss blanket?”
“Jus’ a brown blanket for that Pete-horse.”
“Whose hoss?”
“Mine,” proudly.
“Where you catchee?”
“Raised him.”