I guess we'll try it on, Harran.

I can get a good foreman that knows all about hops just now, and if the deal pays--well, I want to send Sid to a seminary up in San Francisco." "Well, mortgage the crops, but don't mortgage the homestead, Dyke," said Harran.

"And, by the way, have you looked up the freight rates on hops ?" "No, I haven't yet," answered Dyke, "and I had better be sure of that, hadn't I?
I hear that the rate is reasonable, though." "You be sure to have a clear understanding with the railroad first about the rate," Harran warned him.
When Magnus came out of the grocery store and once more seated himself in the buggy, he said to Harran, "Boy, drive over here to Annixter's before we start home.

I want to ask him to dine with us to-night.
Osterman and Broderson are to drop in, I believe, and I should like to have Annixter as well." Magnus was lavishly hospitable.

Los Muertos's doors invariably stood open to all the Derricks' neighbours, and once in so often Magnus had a few of his intimates to dinner.
As Harran and his father drove along the road toward Annixter's ranch house, Magnus asked about what had happened during his absence.
He inquired after his wife and the ranch, commenting upon the work on the irrigating ditch.