"Then I'll go up in a day or two and get things ready for you. The gates are closed, you know, and the reservoir is nearly full. The rains in the mountains have been unusually heavy this season."
"How are you makin' out with Mellin?"
Winston's smile was not pleasant to contemplate.
"I've got him all done but the finishing. He talked fight when I left him, but I think this will take it out of him." Winston held out a bundle of papers to Uncle Sid. "Do you want to look them over?"
Uncle Sid shook his head as he pushed the papers aside.
"I've got a parcel o' papers too. Betwixt the two of us, I guess we have got things pretty well straightened out."
"How does Helen feel about it now?"
"She's stickin' to 'Lige like a barnacle. She says that 'Lige meant all right an' would have done all right, if Eunice an' Mellin had let him alone. She didn't say so, but I guess she meant she'd a made him, herself."
Winston's expression was skeptical, but it softened as he answered.
"She would have tried, all right."