The dog laid his muzzle in the firm grip.
"Bel," said the Harvester, "I am all at sea.

One day I think maybe I have a little chance, the next----none at all.

I had an hour of solid comfort to-day, now I'm in the sweat box again.

It's a little selfish streak in me, Bel, that hates to see Harmon go into the hospital and take my place with the Careys.

They are my best and only friends.