CHAPTER SEVEN
In spite of Elijah's earnest conviction that the land should be inspected and a course of action mapped out as soon as possible, it was several weeks before the trip could be arranged. To Elijah it seemed as if one insistent detail after another was crowding upon him in a most extraordinary manner. He grew fretful, and at the last decidedly irritable.
"Don't worry, Elijah," Helen said, after an unusually impatient outburst. "The world wasn't made in a day."
"Opportunities are, and are short-lived too."
"Not when they travel via Mexicanos. You can always count on one day more with them. Mañana has some redeeming features after all."
"Well," Elijah's lips straightened, "mañana is tomorrow, and tomorrow we start."
Helen glanced at her desk with its litter of correspondence.
"I guess we can manage it in some way."
"I don't guess, I know. It's tomorrow; so be ready early. Don't come to the office; I will call for you."