HE knew; prunes were what he needed, and by the pound.
Annixter, who worked the Quien Sabe ranch--some four thousand acres of rich clay and heavy loams--was a very young man, younger even than Presley, like him a college graduate.

He looked never a year older than he was.

He was smooth-shaven and lean built.

But his youthful appearance was offset by a certain male cast of countenance, the lower lip thrust out, the chin large and deeply cleft.

His university course had hardened rather than polished him.