He had been quite right, of course, all the time. Blood will always tell. You can't keep a fast horse in a poor man's stable. And a man is always a man, in any guise.
If you still doubt, do as I did. Consider Sheener.
FOOTNOTES:
[20] Copyright, 1920, by P. F. Collier & Son, Inc.
Copyright, 1921, by Ben Ames Williams.
TURKEY RED[21]
By FRANCES GILCHRIST WOOD
From The Pictorial Review
The old mail-sled running between Haney and Le Beau, in the days when Dakota was still a Territory, was nearing the end of its hundred-mile route.
It was a desolate country in those days: geographers still described it as The Great American Desert, and in looks it certainly deserved the title. Never was there anything as lonesome as that endless stretch of snow reaching across the world until it cut into a cold gray sky, excepting the same desert burned to a brown tinder by the hot wind of Summer.