"I can't say that I blame Hardy, either. The boy was wrong." "Not a bit. Lorry was wrong." "It will blow over," said Torrance. "I had no idea he was your son." Waring leaned back in his chair. "John, I had two reasons for coming down here. One was to get my horse. That's settled. Now I want to talk about leasing a few thousand acres down this way, with water-rights. I'm through with the other game. I want to run a few cattle in here, under fence. I think it will pay." Torrance shook his head. "The Mormons and the Apaches will keep you poor, Jim." "They might, if I tried it alone. But I have a partner just up from the border. You remember Pat. He's been customs inspector at Nogales for some time." "I should say I do remember him!" "Well, he asked me to look around and write to him. I think we could do well enough here. What do you know about the land north of here, on up toward the Santa Fé?" Torrance pondered the situation. The times were, indeed, changing when men like Waring and Pat ceased to ride the high trails and settled down to ranching under fence. The day of the gunman was past, but two such men as Pat and Waring would suppress by their mere presence in the country the petty rustling and law-breaking that had made Torrance's position difficult at times. "I'll see what I can do," said he. "About how much land?" "Ten or twenty thousand, to begin with." "There's some Government land not on the reservation between here and the railroad. There are three or four families of squatters on it now. I don't know how they manage to live, but they always seem to have beef and bacon. You might have some trouble about getting them off--and about the water. I'll let you know some time next month just what I can do." "We won't have any trouble," said Waring. "That's the last thing we want. I'll ride over next month. You can write to me at Stacey if anything turns up." "I'll write to you. Do you ever get hungry? Come on over to the hotel. I'm as hungry as a bear." Chapter XIV _Bondsman's Decision_