anyway?" he asked, when they
had exhausted some very trivial subjects. "Your world, I mean.
Anything new or startling taken place?"

"Not a thing. Marthy was down last week and spent the day with us. I
never saw anybody change as much as she has. She looks almost neat,
these days. And she can't talk about anything but Charlie and how well
he's doing. She lets him do most of the managing, I think. And he had
some money left to him, this spring, and has put it into cattle. He
bought quite a lot of mixed stock from Seabeck and some from Winters
and Nelson, Marthy says. I passed some of his cattle coming up."

"Going to have a rival in the business, am I?" Ward laughed. "I was
figuring on being the only thriving young cattle-king in this neck of
the woods, myself."

"Well, Charlie's in a fair way to beat you to it. I wish," sighed
Billy Louise, "some kind person would leave me a bunch of money. Don't
you? Cattle are coming up a little all the time. I'd like to own a
lot more than I do."

"Well, we--" Ward stopped and reconsidered. "If wolfing continues to
pay like it has done," he said, with a twitch of the lips, "I intend to
stick my little Y6 monogram on a few more cowhides before snow flies,
William. And when you've had enough of this friend business--"

"Oh, by that time we'll all be rich!" Billy Louise declared lightly,
and for a wonder Ward was wise enough to let that close the subject.

"We're getting neighbors down below, too," she observed later. "I
didn't tell you that. Down the river a few miles. The country is
settling up all the time," she sighed. "Pretty soon there won't be any
more wilderness left. I like it up where you've located. That will
stay wild forever, won't it? They can't plant spuds on those hills,
anyway.

"And--did you hear, Ward? Seabeck and some of the others have been
losing stock, they say. You know Marthy lost four calves last fall, by
some means. Charlie Fox was terribly worried about it, though it was
his own fault, and--well, I thought at the time someone had taken them,
and I think so still. And just the other day one of Seabeck's men
stopped at the ranch, and he told me they're shy some cows and calves.
They can't imagine what went with them, and they're lying low and not
saying anything much about it. You haven't heard or seen anything,
have you, Ward?"

"I've stuck so close to the hills I haven't heard or seen anything,"
Ward affirmed. "It's am