You stay with Marie.' Then I go ver' quick for Gal, and I find him, his hands all shut like that! and he shake them at the sky, and he say not a word, but his face, it go wild, and his eyes spin round in his head.

I put my hand on his arm and say: 'Come home, Gal.

Come home, and speak kind to Norinne and Marie.' "I can see that hot wind lean down and twist the grain about--a dam devil thing from the Arzone desert down South.

I take Gal back home, and we sit there all day, and all the nex' day, and a leetla more, and when we have look enough, there is no grain on that hunder' acre farm--only a dry-up prairie, all grey and limp.

My skin is bake and rough, but when I look at Gal Bargon I know that his heart is dry like a bone, and, as Parpon say that back time, he have a wheel in his head.