If I were you, I'd look to the West." "The old song!" exclaimed Rand.

"What should I do in the West ?" "Rule it," said Adam.
Rand shot a glance at the hunter where he lounged against the window, a figure straight and lithe as an Indian, not tall, but gifted with a pantherish grace, and breathing a certain tawny brightness as of sunshine through pine needles.

"You're daft!" he said; then after a moment, "Are you serious ?" "Why should I not be serious ?" asked Adam.

"My faith! it's a restless land, the West, and it's a far cry from the Mississippi to the Potomac.
The West doesn't like the East anyhow.

But it wants a picked man from the East.