If you want to try--and you think there is a chance to win--why, why--go to it!" "You're a brick!" grinned Sanderson.

"We'll start the ball to rollin' right away." Sanderson could not escape the vigorous hug she gave him, but he did manage to evade her lips, and he went out of the house blushing and grinning.
It was late in the afternoon when he got to Okar.

Barney Owen was with him.

The two rode into town, dismounted at a hitching rail in front of a building across the front of which was a sign: THE OKAR HOTEL Okar was flourishing--as Mary Bransford said.

At its northwestern corner the basin widened, spreading between the shoulders of two mountains and meeting a vast stretch of level land that seemed to be endless.
Okar lay at the foot of the mountain that lifted its bald knob at the eastern side of the basin's mouth.