I think he's cured."
"The infamous old outlaw!"
"Mac knows the San Hedrin as I know my own pocket. He'll be a tower
of strength when we open up that tract after the railroad builds in.
By the way, has my dad been down this morning?"
"Yes. Moira read the mail to him and then took him up to the Valley
of the Giants. He said he wanted to do a little quiet figuring on
that new steam schooner you're thinking of building. He thinks she
ought to be bigger--big enough to carry two million feet."
Bryce glanced at his watch. "It's half after eleven," he said. "Guess
I'll run up to the Giants and bring him home to luncheon."
He stepped into the Napier standing outside the office and drove
away. Buck Ogilvy waited until Bryce was out of sight; then with
sudden determination he entered the office.
"Moira," he said abruptly, approaching the desk where she worked,
"your dad is back, and what's more, Bryce Cardigan has let him have
his old job as woods-boss. And I'm here to announce that you're not
going back to the woods to keep house for him. Understand? Now, look
here, Moira. I've shilly-shallied around you for months, protesting
my love, and I haven't gotten anywhere. To-day I'm going to ask you
for the last time. Will you marry me? I need you worse than that
rascal of a father of yours does, and I tell you I'll not have you go
back to the woods to take care of him.
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