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"Does the doctors think your husband will get well?" he asked, finishing off his pie. "Oscar!" cried Jane. "Jane, you keep quiet. These are business questions. If Sardox and I are going to run this dam, we got to understand each other's limitations. I can't ask him if he's going to die." "We just don't know anything about it," said Pen, gently. "Mr.
He was silent so long that Oscar spoke a little impatiently: "If you ain't going to talk, Mr. Manning, Jane is waiting for me and I got to see Mr. Sardox yet." Jim pulled himself together, and, a little diffidently, handed Ames the Secretary's letter with the copy of his own. "Tell me what you think of these," said Jim.
The next morning, when Penelope climbed regretfully onto the front seat of the automobile, Oscar came hurriedly from the corral with a dark-mustached young man in a business suit. "This is Mr. Fleckenstein, Mrs. Sardox," he said. "He's a lawyer and him and I are going up to the dam with you. He just stopped here on his way. I'm leaving his horse in the corral, Jane."
Sardox, though." Jane's burning eyes did not leave Oscar's face. "Oscar, you choose right now between the Freet crowd, and Mr. Manning and me." There was that in Jane's eyes which caused Oscar to pale under his tan. "All right, Jane! All right! When you put it that way there is just one thing for me to do. I'll quit them."
Jane and Pen plunged earnestly into explanations. When they had finished, Mrs. Hunt said: "I can see why Mrs. Ames is so interested. But why should you be, Mrs. Sardox? I heard your husband was backing Fleckenstein." "I don't agree with my husband's ideas," said Pen. "I am doing this because I think Fleckenstein's election will do the valley a deadly wrong."
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