“I think it is perfectly bully!” quickly exclaimed Ted. “Look, Phil, there is a brook, to the right, from which we can get water for irrigation.”
“Exactly,” returned Andy. “You couldn’t find another quarter section so level, with the water so handy, yet having a sufficient fall to serve your land, if you searched a hundred miles.”
“But the trees,” protested the elder boy. “They seem thicker than where Steve is logging.”
“That’s because you are looking down on them. As a matter of fact, you’ll be surprised to see how much clearing there is when you get down there. But after you have been at work a couple of weeks, you’ll see a big difference.”
“The stumps will be left, though. And we’ve got to put some land under cultivation this year, you know.”
“Dynamite will remove the stumps for you. What do you think, do you want to stake your claim here?”
Quickly the boys looked at one another, doubt in the elder’s eyes, confidence in Ted’s.
“Yes, indeed, we do!” asserted the younger, emphatically. “At least, I do. If you don’t like it, you can select a place for yourself, Phil.”
“If it suits you, it suits me, Ted.”
“Then come on, let’s get onto it!”