"All right; open the gate, Joe," and the dairyman went to the outer gate and held it open for them to pass through.
They went dashing down toward the spring, and when they reached there Fred dismounted, went to where a big, native-raised gourd was hanging to a bush, dipped it full of the water and handed it up to her.
She drank copiously of it, smacked her lips and said:
"Oh, my, Fred! I can taste both sulphur and iron plainly."
"Yes, those ingredients are the strongest in its composition, if it were nearer town it would become a the place of resort."
"Well, you must make it one, anyway. You must lay off the grounds beautifully, thin out the timber somewhat so flowers will grow and yet leave enough to form plenty of shade. Then if you build a few cottages, or maybe a hotel, it would easily become a resort–that is, if I am any judge of the water. It tastes perfectly delicious to me, and really I believe that it will finally prove the most valuable part of the ranch."
Then Fred led the way further down the road in a southerly direction, skirting the timber, and at almost every ten feet quail and prairie chickens flew up out of their way.
After they had gone about a couple of miles Evelyn suddenly saw something running through the tall grass as if trying to avoid being seen.
"Fred." said she, "aren't those wolves out there?"
"Where?" and Fred gazed in the direction in which she was pointing.