r keeps, though I ain't one of the sort
that can do things for keeps, why, I want--why, you see--"
"Yes, Tom," said Dan Anderson, gently, "I see. Now, as you said, it's
only a few days' drive, after all. I'm goin' along with you. There's
watermelons near there--"
"You _are loco_!"
"Not yet," said his friend. "I only meant to point out that the best
melons these embalmed Greasers raise in their little tablecloth farmin'
operations is right down there in the valley at the foot of the
Sacramentos. Now, you may have noticed that sometimes a fellow ought
to cover up his tracks. What's to hinder you and me just takin' a
little _pasear_ down in toward the Sacramentos, on the southeast side,
after a load of melons? They're better than cactus for the boys here.
That's straight merchandisin', and, besides, it's Art. And--well, I
think that's the best way.
"We don't all of us always get our share, Tom," resumed Dan Anderson;
"we don't always get our share of the things that are for keeps; but
it's the right of every man to try. Every once in a while, by just
tryin' and pluggin' along on the dead square, a fellow gets something
which turns out in the clean-up to be the sort that was for keeps,
after all, even if it wasn't just what he thought he wanted."
"Then you'll go along?"
"_Si, amigo_! Yes, I'll go along."
They parted, Dan Anderson to seek his own lonely adobe. There he
closed the door, as though he feared intrusion. The old restlessness
coming over him, he paced up and down the narrow, cagelike room.
Presently he approached a tiny mirror that hung upon the wall, and
stood looking into it intently. "Fool!" he muttered. "Liar, and fool,
and coward--you, you! You'll take care of Tom, will you? But who'll
take care of _you_?"
He seated himself on the blanketed bed, and picked up the newspaper
which he had brought home with him. He gazed long and steadily at it
before he tore it across and flung it on the floor. It held more news
than he had given to Tom Osby. In brief, there was a paragraph which
announced the arrival in town of Mr. John Ellsworth, President of the
new A. P. and S. E. Railway, his legal counsel, Mr. Porter Barkley,
also of New York, and Miss Constance Ellsworth. This party was bound
for Sky Top, where business of importance would in all likelihood be
transacted, as Mr. Ellsworth expected to meet there the engineers on
the location of the road.
"I ought not to go," said Da
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