"That's what makes it valuable to me. I'm going to run cattle."
Joyce laughed loudly. "My boy, cattle would starve where sheep grow fat. You'll be flat broke in five years."
"Why haven't you taken it up before?" asked Rob. "It's been here a good while."
"Well, us stockmen have got so used to having all the wild land we wanted that we haven't realized until too late that you fellows are coming in here and taking it all up."
"Then I'm not the only greenhorn from back East who thinks it's good for something."
"If you'll sell out to me, you'll never regret it."
"If I ever decide to sell out, I'll give you first chance to bid on it," Rob promised; and that was as much as Joyce could get out of him.
When Joyce was leaving, he turned in his saddle and called:
"Well, so long, Holliday! Mebbe you'll be sorry you didn't close with me when the sheep begin coming in."