"I'd sure like to see Baumberger stub his toe in this deal! Or maybe you could get around one of those eight beauties you've got camping down on your ranch--but there isn't much chance of that; he probably took good care to pick clams for that job.

And Saunders," she added slowly, "is eternally silent.

Well, I hope in mercy you'll be able to catch him napping, Mr.Hart." Peaceful rose stiffly,--and took up his hat from where he had laid it on the table.
"I ain't as hopeful as I was a week ago," he admitted mildly.

"Put if there's any justice left in the courts, I'll save the old ranch.

My wife and I worked hard to make it what it is, and my boys call it home.