“THREE OF US WERE RIDING DOWN THE SLOPE OF THE GREAT, GRASSY HILLS”
From the drawing by W. H. D. Koerner
“That brought the blood to his face, didn’t it?” he said to the boy, with a laugh.
Beside the road and up over the rising meadows ran a ridge of freshly turned earth. “It looks,” said the boy, after a silence, “as if we wouldn’t make many more trips.”
“Yes. Once they begin pumping oil through that pipe-line, it’s back to the farm for you and me. Well—teaming has been a lift for me, anyway, this winter.”
“I’ve got three hundred dollars all my own,” said the boy, proudly. “It will start me in at college some time—when father comes home.”
“It’s more, I guess, than a good many have saved up.” Denny glanced back along the line of wagons. “And when they’re cut off from their day’s work—I expect there will be trouble.”