Ruth looked at Elizabeth for counsel as her mother left the room. If there was any other way, she was sure that Elizabeth would find it.
"We'll agree to give up the ranch at once," began Elizabeth.
"You'll have to," interrupted Harvey Grannis. "Those are the terms of the mortgage. I could put you out to-day, but I'll give you time to pack."
"With the privilege of making our payment when father comes home. Are you willing to do that, Uncle Harvey?" Elizabeth finished.
Grannis agreed promptly to this, certain now that he would have his own way with the family.
"Then we'll move next week," decided Elizabeth.
"I'll send my teams over for your things--Monday, say?" asked Grannis, in high satisfaction.
"O, no," Elizabeth demurred, "there'll be no need to bother you. Jonah and Roy can move us without any help. Thank you, just the same."
"Jonah and Roy, is it?" snorted Grannis. "Well, I told your mother, and I tell you, that I won't have that young horse-thief on my place. The teams will be here Monday. See that you're ready when they come."
"But we aren't going to the Circle G, Uncle Harvey," said Elizabeth, mildly.