Mrs.Randolph, as you have possibly noticed," Mr.
Mallory went on, still patting his daughter's hand, "does not feel entirely at home here, and will consequently leave the major free to rearrange, by himself, the ranch on the new basis.

In fact, as the change must be made before the crops come in, she talks of going next week.

But if you like the place, Rose, I've no doubt the major and Dawson will always find room for you and me when we run down there for a little fresh air." "And did you have all that in your mind, papa, when you came down here, and was that what you and Mr.Dawson wanted to talk about ?" said the astonished Rose.
"Mainly, my dear, mainly.

You see I'm a capitalist now, and the real value of capital is to know how and when to apply it to certain conditions." "And this Mr .-- Mr.Bent--do you think--he will go on and find the water, papa ?" said Rose, hesitatingly.
"Ah! Bent--Tom Bent--oh, yes," said Mallory, with great heartiness.
"Capital fellow, Bent! and mighty ingenious! Glad you met him! Well," thoughtfully but still heartily, "he may not find it exactly where he expected, but he'll find it or something better.

We can't part with him, and he has promised Dawson to stay.