"I do not propose to ask any questions," Mowbray said, getting up and giving Kenwyne the plans. "I needn't keep you; this work will not be undertaken with my sanction."
"But it can't be undertaken without it!" Broadwood protested.
"I agree with you. On such matters as a general levy I have power of veto, and I must warn you that it will be used."
Harding turned away, somewhat red in face, and went back up the trail. He recovered his good humor, however, when he started his horses and walked beside them across the withered grass. The prairie was bright with sunshine, and the wide outlook was cheering. Faint wavy lines of trees and glistening ponds checkered the great plain; there was not a house or trail of smoke on it. It was all raw material, ready for him and others to make good use of.
Presently a buggy appeared over a rise, and Harding felt a thrill of pleasure as he recognized the team and the driver. When Beatrice reached him she checked the horses.
"You're going to the elevators with your grain?" she said. "How is it you came by the Long Bluff?"
"I went round by Willow Gulch in the ravine."
"Then you went to meet Kenwyne and Broadwood where the new trail is to cross? I've heard something about the matter."
"I did. And I'm afraid I offended Colonel Mowbray."
"So he has stopped the undertaking! I expected it."