"Cache my sack before I go on the tear, sure pop, and then, afterwards, Southern California.
Many's the day I've had my eye on a peach of a fruit farm down there--forty thousand'll buy it.

No more workin' for grub-stakes and the like.

Figured it out long; ago,--hired men to work the ranch, a manager to run it, and me ownin' the game and livin' off the percentage.

A stable with always a couple of bronchos handy; handy to slap the packs and saddles on and be off and away whenever the fever for chasin' pockets came over me.

Great pocket country down there, to the east and along the desert." "And no house on the ranch ?" "Cert! With sweet peas growin' up the sides, and in back a patch for vegetables--string-beans and spinach and radishes, cucumbers and 'sparagrass, turnips, carrots, cabbage, and such.