"You've figured it out," said Sanderson. "But he won't get water. The water belongs to the Double A—to me an' to you. An' we're goin' to sell it ourselves."
"You mean—" began Mary.
"That we're going to build an irrigation dam—with all the fixin's. You and me."
The girl sat erect, her eyes luminous and eager. "Do you think we can do it?" she whispered.
"Do you think you could trust me with the three thousand you said dad left? An' would you be willin' to mortgage the Double A—if we needed more money?"
"Why," she declared, breathlessly, "the Double A is yours—to do with as you see fit. 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