Keep on
looking, Sol."
"Here's some beautiful blankets," continued the shiftless one. "Guess they
were made to trade with the Injuns. But it's more'n likely that this here
most gorg-y-us one will, on occasions, shelter, warm, purtect an'
otherwise care fur the deservin' body o' one Solomon Hyde, a highly
valooable citizen o' the new country they call Kentucky. An' say, Henry,
what do you call this?"
His voice took a rapidly rising inflection, as he held up a glittering
garment, puffed with magnificent lace.
"That," said Henry, "is what they call a doublet, and I should say that it
is the finest one belonging to Captain Alvarez. Oh, won't he be angry!"
Sol slipped off his hunting shirt, and slipped on the doublet.
"It's a little tight in the shoulders," he said, "but I could wear it in a
pinch, that is, I guess I'd hev to wear it in a pinch. Say, Henry, ain't I
a beauty?"
He stood up in the boat and turned slowly around and around, his arms
extended and the doublet glittering. Henry leaned against the side of the
boat and laughed.
"It doesn't suit you, Sol," he replied, "you're a fine looking man, but
it's in your own way, not the Spanish way."
Sol took off the garment, folded it up carefully, and put it back in the
locker.
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