Eh?
Oh, yes--if they _must_ have it!" Selwyn frowned slightly.
"But the point is," continued Neergard, "that it borders the railroad on the north; and where the land is not wavy it's flat as a pancake, and"-- he sank his husky voice--"it's fairly riddled with water.

I paid a thousand dollars for six tests." "Water!" repeated Selwyn wonderingly; "why, it's dry as a desert!" "_Underground water_!--only about forty feet on the average.

Why, man, I can hit a well flowing three thousand gallons almost anywhere.

It's a gold mine.

I don't care what you do with the acreage--split it up into lots and advertise, or club the Siowitha people into submission--it's all the same; it's a gold mine--to be swiped and developed.