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Updated: June 26, 2025
But the brains are coming in now, and the brains will get the money, in the long run." Transley paused and lit another cigar. Y.D. rolled his in his lips, reflectively. "I mind some doin's in that burg," he said, as though the memory of them was of greater importance than all that might be happening now. Transley switched back to business. "We ought to be in on it, Y.D.," he said.
And Y.D.'s idea of things was very concrete; it had to do with steers and land, with hay and money and men. It was by such things he measured success. And Zen was disposed to agree with him. Why not? It was the only success she knew. Transley was greeting them as they drew into camp.
"MISSUS?" Linder echoed, incredulously. "That's the good word," Transley confirmed. "Never expected it to happen to me, but it did, all of a sudden. You want to look out; maybe it's catching." Transley was evidently in prime humor. Linder had, indeed, noted this good humor for some time, but had attributed it to the very successful operations in which his employer had been engaged.
Grant has quite a wonderful plan." "Yes, wise us up, old man," said Transley. "I've heard something of it, but never could see through it." "It's all very simple," Grant explained. "I am providing the capital to start a few families on farms.
"Say yes now," he repeated, drawing her close at last and breathing the question into her ear. "You shall have time to think you shall ask your own heart, and if it does not confirm your words you will be released from your promise." They heard the footsteps of her father approaching, and Transley waited no longer for an answer. He turned her face to his; he pressed his lips against hers.
"Darter," said Y.D. it was only on momentous occasions that he addressed her as daughter "I brought you over here as a guest, not as manager o' my affairs. I've taken care of those affairs for some considerable years, an' I reckon I still have the qualifications. If you're a-goin' to act up obstrep'rous I'll get Mr. Transley to lend me a man to escort you home."
He had not gone out of his way to seek information of the contractor, but it rather had been forced upon him. Transley's name was frequently heard in the offices of the business men with whom he had to do; it was mentioned in local papers with the regularity peculiar to celebrities in comparatively small centres. Transley, it appeared, had become something of a power in the land.
"Wasn't much of these fancy trimmin's when I settled into double harness, but lots of things has changed since then. You'll be out soon?" "Just as soon as business will stand for it. Not a minute longer." On his return home Y.D., after maintaining an exasperating silence until supper was finished, casually handed the package to his daughter. "Some trinket Transley sent out," he explained.
The exhilaration in the air was almost intoxicating. Linder quickly converted the apparent chaos of horses, wagons and implements into order; Transley had a last word with Y.D., and the rancher, shouting "Good luck, boys! Make it a thousand tons or more," waved them away. Linder glanced back at the house. The bright sunshine had not awakened it; it lay dreaming in its grove of cool, green trees.
She assured herself that she looked forward to her marriage with Transley with the proper delight of a bride-to-be, and indeed it was a prospect that could well be contemplated with pleasure.... Transley had won the complete confidence of her father and when doubts assailed her Zen found in that fact a very considerable comfort. Y.D. was a shrewd man; a man who seldom guessed wrong.
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