‘Two seasons is all.’
‘I’m goin’ to ask yuh somethin’, Cahill,’ confidentially. ‘You’ve been in the 6X6 ranch-house quite a lot, ain’t yuh?’
Spike looked curiously at him, but nodded slowly.
‘Yea-a-ah; quite a lot.’
‘Are there any Navajo rugs on the floor?’
‘Mm-m-m-m. Yeah, I think there is a few.’
‘Didja ever notice one that had a lightnin’ mark—zigzag streak of white on a black background?’
‘Lemme see,’ Spike scratched his head thoughtfully. ‘I’m not awful sure about that, but it seems to me-e-e that I’ve seen somethin’ like that. Now, I can’t swear to it. Mebby Bert or Dell would remember.’
Dell and Bert had settled their quarrel over the dice and were ordering their drink when Spike moved in beside them and propounded the question. They looked solemnly at Spike and wanted to know what in hell he wanted to know for.
‘This tall feller asked me,’ said Spike humbly.