 Barton, I'll be back to see you later after I've found Miss Lane. I want to talk with you. I'm really sorry for what happened, Kent. Forget it. Never should have lost my temper with that poor chap. After all, the drought is ruining him, so naturally his nerves are affected. But I assure you, he doesn't know what he's saying. On the contrary, I thought he was well aware of what he was saying. Now, look here, Kent. You don't mean you believe all that balderdash about me and Uncle Ed Clayton. Never mind that now or Uncle Ed either. I've got to find Miss Lane. Oh, of course.