"Aye," he said.

"It's a good country, but I feel the old one calling me.

It's just three thousand dollars I'm asking ye." Alton drew a sheet which seemed covered with calculations from his wallet, and glanced at it silently.

Then he looked at the rancher.
"One thousand down, one thousand in six months, and the rest any time in two years, with six per cent," he said.

"You might get the dollars in your wallet if you made the deal with a land agent in Vancouver." "Maybe," said Callender simply; "I can trust ye.