Visioned the herd huddled together in the night while the heavens were split with lightning, and the rain came down in white-lighted streamers of water.

Visioned the cattle humped in the snow, tails to the biting wind, and the riders plodding with muffled heads bent to the drive of the blizzard, the fine snow packing full the wrinkles in their sourdough coats.
It could be done.

He, Luck Lindsay, could do it; in his heart he knew that he could.

In his heart he felt that all of these months--yes, and years--of picture-making had been but a preparation for this great picture of the range.

All these one-reel pioneer pictures had been merely the feeble efforts of an apprentice learning to handle the tools of his craft, the mental gropings of his mind while waiting for this, his big idea.