I don't know why, but I know it just the same--and I know Uncle Carl knows it too.

I'd like to take out his brain and put it into some scientific machine that would squeeze out his thoughts--hope it wouldn't hurt him--I'd give him ether, maybe.

What I want is money--enough to buy back this place and the stock.

I don't believe Uncle Carl spent as much defending dad as he claims he did--not enough to take the whole ranch anyway.

If I had money I'd find Art Osgood if I had to hunt from Alaska to Africa--don't believe he went to Alaska at all.