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Farwell sat silent, chewing an unlighted cigar, turning a new idea over and over in his mind. This idea was to arrange for the purchase of Talapus Ranch by the railway's land department. None knew better than he that the taking of their water would mean absolute ruin to the McCraes, as it did to others. For the others he cared nothing. But he told himself that he owed something to the McCraes.
Dunne, it appeared, was buying some house furnishings, and wanted Sheila's advice. Farwell took an abrupt departure, declining a hospitable invitation. He barely looked at the lame horse. For another week he sulked in a poisonous temper. He was done with Talapus. He thought that McCrae girl had some sense, but if she was going traipsing all over the country with Dunne, why, that let him out.
With the first streaks of dawn Casey and Simon mounted and rode for Talapus. But before they had ridden five hundred yards Casey discovered an extraordinary thing. In his ears sounded a sustained, musical murmur, nothing less than the happy laugh of running water. "By the Lord Harry!" he ejaculated. "There's water in the ditches." Simon nodded. "Ya-as.
You are surprised that Farwell goes there. I have never mentioned it to them, nor they to me. It's none of my business." "Nor of mine." "I didn't mean that." "I know you didn't. Still, I think I could guess why Mr. Farwell goes to Talapus." "So could I," said Casey dryly, and the subject dropped. But Kitty Wade came to Clyde's room for a chat before retiring.
It would serve three purposes: It would fill the company's ditches; it would practically empty the ranchers'; and it would render the rebuilding of the permanent dam easier. Farwell was quite satisfied with himself. Meanwhile, he found time to ride over to Talapus occasionally. His footing there was anomalous, and he felt it.
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