George Summerland's Night

"Then you have seen it. You can draw it."
Beale offers him a cigar.
He thinks he should not have
come.
Vineyard hands him a sheet of
paper, a pen.
"It's not really a map," George
offers, "It's a blanket."
"Yes, and army property."
Beale lights up.
George draws the points, a big
dipper.
"But what's the scale?"
Vineyard demands.
"Let him finish."
"We think there are two
possibilities. Either the whole map
represents the Tejon or...."
"He doesn't know, dammit;"
Vineyard hisses, "They don't know
scale. It could be the state of
California. That's why Walker is
out in the Sierra somewhere."