"What's 'Lige Berl doin' in this country anyway?" he questioned Ralph.
"'Lige?" repeated Ralph. "Oh, he dreamed a dream; was five years at it. He dreamed of oranges, big fellows without seeds; of mountains with too much water and of deserts without enough. Then he dreamed of bunching the three together for their mutual benefit. He convinced some Eastern capital that it was no dream after all. Now we are trying to make good."
Uncle Sid grunted.
"That's tolerably condensed."
Ralph laughed at Uncle Sid's disapproval.
"If you are really interested, you'd better let us show you around a little. You can see a good deal better than I can tell you."
Uncle Sid's face had lost its humorous wrinkles.
"'Lige is really doin' something worth while out here, is he?"
"He's got me on the jump. That's a good deal in itself."
"What are you doin'?"