Explainthedevice。””Iwilldrawit。””Youcan?””AsIseeit。””Asyouseeit！””Yes。It’sabrilliantidea；Icouldneverhaveconceivedit。””Youbelieve-””Iknow。””Sithere。Let’sseewhatyouknow。”

　　Sweetwatersatdownatthetabletheotherpointedout，anddrawingforwardapieceofpaper，tookupapencilwithaneasyair。

　　Brothersonapproachedandstoodathisshoulder。Hehadtakenuphispistolagain，whyhehardlyknew，andasSweetwaterbeganhismarks，hisfingerstightenedonitsbutttilltheyturnedwhiteinthemurkylamplight。”Yousee，”cameineasytonesfromthestoopingdraughtsman，”I

　　haveanimaginationwhichonlyneedsaslightfillipfromamindlikeyourstosenditinthedesireddirection。Ishallnotdrawanexactreproductionofyouridea，butIthinkyouwillseethatIunderstanditverywell。How’sthatforastart?”

　　Brothersonlookedandhastilydrewback。Hedidnotwanttheothertonotehissurprise。”Butthatisaportionyouneversaw，”heloudlydeclared。”No，butIsawthis，”returnedSweetwater，workingbusilyonsomecurves；”andthesegavemethefillipImentioned。Therestcameeasily。”

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