At any rate, the price of thirsty ranch lands was somersaulting and prosperity was apparent in the homes of all Barbara's girl friends.

Her admirers of the opposite sex could talk of little except leases and bonuses and "production"; they were almost too busy making money to call upon her.
Barbara knew something about oil, for she had watched the drilling of every one of those shallow wells that had kept her in college, and what is more, she knew most of the property owners in this part of the state.

In that advantage she believed lay her chance of accomplishment.
After a fortnight of careful consideration she decided to enter the oil business and deal in leases.
"Good idea," Tom declared, when she had made known her plan.

"The town's so full of scamps it looks like Rodeo Day, and most of 'em are doing well.

If they can make good, it seems like an honest firm could do better." "We'll be partners, dad.