tables. Copies of these pictures he would send to all
his old associates in vaudeville or in the circus business.
Particularly, he would send several copies to Ralph Gaynor, president
of the Dollar Savings, hoping that one of them might be displayed
where the general public could see that a midget, a former resident,
was active with other adults in the most fascinating business in
America. He was not seeking to establish financial credit; that he
had, in substantial deposits and other well known securities, but he
wanted to get away from the persistent notion of classifying midgets
as children.

Meanwhile Adine and Landy, having exhausted merry quips and scornful
comparisons of the past and future management of the Bar-O, now gave
serious exchanges of opinions as to who would make a suitable tenant
for the property that was to be built up to a going concern. Landy
mentioned the names of a dozen old-time cattle men, now unemployed and
surely available. None of these suited the notions of the young lady
whose persistent idea was building up the neighborhood. She, too,
mentioned the names of many, few of them known to the old timer.
Finally the girl mentioned the name of Maddy's benefactor, young Goff,
now residing across the state line. "He's in cramped quarters over
there, I understand," said the girl casually.

"He's the best man in the deestrict," said Landy thoughtfully. "But
he's got the same problems we have. He's got critters to feed, en he
can't run two places when the snow is here. I hope, however, that
Davy here can make him a permanent offer that will move him at once.

"But we've got to git them yearlin's outa the Cliffs en up to the
stables," Landy announced emphatically. "We can't haul hay, wean
calves, en be traipsin' all over ten sections to feed a few critters.
We've got to bunch 'em en show 'em that we mean business."

"That's right, Landy," was Davy's prompt approval. "Can we get that
young Goff tomorrow? Is there a good photographer in Adot? When can we
haul the hay?"

"Thar ye go crowdin' the question chute," complained Landy as the
party arrived at the filling station. "Tomorry we've got to be in
Adot. We've got a deed to record; got to buy some ground feed, if them
calves are to be weaned; got to hire a lot of exter hay hands en
enough he'p to corral them yearlin's. En besides all that," he
cautioned, "we've got to go to the register's office en git a
substitute brand, fer old Hulls has shorel