f making many thousands of dollars
first and last by fellows I had been good to." Then Reedy looked at
Mrs. Barnett steadily and with wide admiration in his large
eyes--looked until she blushed very deeply.

"It may be a rough place to live," said Reedy, "but it certainly has
been good for your colour. You are pink as a--a flower; you look
positively swee----" He broke off abruptly. "I beg your pardon; I
almost forgot myself."

Then Reedy changed the subject to the matter of business on which he
had come.

"Yes," Mrs. Barnett said, giving him her hand as he rose to go, "I'll
see Uncle to-night; and I'm sure Mr. Jenkins"--he still held her hand
and increased the pressure--"he'll be most glad to do it."

CHAPTER VI

Three days after Bob had returned from Los Angeles and found that Reedy
Jenkins had bought the Benson lease, he rode up from the Mexican side
and jumped off in front of the hardware store. Dayton was talking to
the old man with bushy eyebrows and a linen duster.

"Here's Rogeen now," said the implement dealer. "Mr. Crill was just
inquiring about you, Bob."

The two men shook hands.

"How you comin'?" asked the old man, his blue eyes looking sharply into
Rogeen's.

"I'm starting in on my own," replied Bob; "going to raise cotton over
the line."

"Why?" The heavy brows worked frowningly.

"Got to win through." Bob's brows also contracted and he shook his
head resolutely. "And I can't do it working by the month. Some men
can, but I can't."

"See that?" The old gentleman pointed to a tractor with ten plows
attached. "That's success. Those plows are good and the engine is
good; but it's only when they are hooked up together they are worth
twenty teams and ten men. That's the way to multiply results--hook
good things together. Resolution and hard work aren't enough. Got to
have brains. Got to use 'em. Organize your forces.

"Don't tell me," the old chap spoke with some heat, "that a man who
uses his brains and by one day's work makes something that saves a
million men ten days' work is only entitled to one day's pay. Not a
bit of it. He's entitled to part of what he saves every one of those
million men. That's the difference between a little success and a big
success. The little one makes something for himself; the big one makes
something for a thousand men--and takes part of it. Has a right to.
Those Chinamen across the line get sixty-five cents a day. If you can
man