"Oh, Dad! do you mean that you might go to Texas this Summer?"
"I will if they muster me out."
"If you go, won't you take me along?"
"I'll think about it," and Dick Rover smiled at his son, whose face showed his eagerness.
"Gee! I'd like to go to Texas myself," burst out Fred.
"Such a trip would suit me down to the ground," announced Andy.
"I've always wanted to see a big oil well in operation," added his twin.
"I'd like to see them shoot an oil well," went on Jack. "They say it is a wonderful sight, especially if the well happens to be a real gusher."
"The queerest part of it is this," went on Dick Rover. "Before the war came on I was more or less interested in the oil fields in Texas and Oklahoma, as well as in Kansas. A good oil well, or series of wells, is a splendid paying proposition in these days, and I'd like first rate to get possession of such a holding and then start a first-class oil company."
"Oh, there are millions in oil! I know that!" burst out Martha. "Why, I was reading in a magazine only the other day of some folks in Texas who were quite poor. They had a farm of less than a hundred acres, and could make barely a living on it. Then the oil prospectors came along and located a well or two, and now those poor farm people have so much money they don't know what to do with it."