"What do you suggest I do?"
"Just what you are doin', but don't get cocky about it. You've made a start, but it's a small start that stacks up against a big job. See how things work out. If they come 'round like I think they will, this camp will make money. But it won't be your money. It belongs to the job you've set yourself. Build another camp—and another and another, until you've got as many as you can handle. Go on from there."
"Go on?"
"You started out," Al reminded him, "to own a place like Crestwood."
"That will take years!"
"Did you expect to get it in a week?"
"Well—No."
"Good, on account you won't. You'll need years. Then, after you finally get what you want, or somethin' close to it, all the people who set 'round on their hunkers while you worked will still be settin' 'round tellin' each other how lucky you are."
Ted grinned, then yawned and stretched. "Gosh! All this heavy philosophy's making me tired!"
"What do you think your bed's for?"