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。”