"The absorber and condenser! Oh, Roger man, the whole crop would be burned to a crisp while you did that! And only you and Gustav to do it, and the team is at Archer's."
Roger bit his pipe stem. "There must be a way," he insisted, doggedly. "There's got to be."
"Vy not make the vell, first," suggested Gustav who had been a silent auditor to the entire conversation. "If you don't get vater, a gut engine is no gut."
"Who's going to dig it?" asked Roger. "If it takes as long to get to water up here as it did at the Plant, you and I would be at it till October. No! I'm going to get help. I don't know how I'm going to get it, but it's going to be done. I could keep twenty men busy here for a month."
Charley sighed and Gustav shrugged his shoulders.
Roger relighted his pipe and went into a brown study. Gustav waited patiently for several moments, then left to do the evening chores. Charley sat on an empty box beside the pump watching now the stream that flowed over the field and now Roger's half closed eyes. Finally he emptied his pipe and rose.
"Didn't Elsa call supper?" he asked.
"Some time ago." Charley rose too. "But I didn't want to interrupt. Have you solved your troubles?"
"I don't know. But I've thought of something I'm going to try out. Wasn't that camp Felicia went to a permanent one?"
"Yes, in a way. The Indians come there again and again. But they won't work, Roger."