[ "Make it plain to the Chandler girl that this is her
last chance to sell before I ruin her crop." ]
[ "Shut off the water? Why all the cotton in the valley
will be withered in a day." ]
THE DESERT FIDDLER
CHAPTER I
Bob Rogeen slept in the east wing of the squat adobe house. About midnight there was a vigorous and persistent shaking of the screen door.
"Yes?" he called, sleepily.
"They have just telephoned in from the Red Butte Ranch"—it was Dayton, his employer, at the door—"the engine on that tractor has balked. They want a man out there by daylight to fix it."
Bob put up his arms and stretched, and replied yawningly:
"Well, I guess I'm the fixer."