He put on his hat, jamming it down tight, and half turned to go.
"When you want to talk ranch matters over with me—come to my ranch-house, little pardner!"
"Oh!" cried Terry. "Oh!"
CHAPTER XXII
THE HAND OF BLENHAM
"Each man's life is what he shapes it for himself."
"A stupid, bare-faced, platitudinous lie!"
Steve Packard, grown irritable here of late, flung the offending book through an open window and got to his feet.
"A man's life is what the evil little gods of chance make it, curse them. Or what a fool of a girl tangles and twists it into."