“I want to come up and see it.”
“You can’t. It’s much too hard a climb. Besides, there are rock devilkins on the way.”
“And when you hear a shot, you go up there for messages?”
“Yes; it’s my telephone system.”
“Who’s at the other end?”
“The peon who pretends to look after the quinta for me.”
“A man! No man can keep a house fit to live in,” she said scornfully.
“I know it; but he’s all I’ve got in the servant line.”
“How far is the house from here?”
“A mile, by air. Seven by trail from town.”