Mrs. Barnett's mouth simpered at the implied flattery; but her eyes, always looking calculatingly for substantial results, were studying Reedy Jenkins. He certainly had handsome black hair, and he was well dressed--and the manner of a gentleman. He reminded her of an evangelist she had known back in Indiana. She had intended to marry that evangelist if his wife died in time; but she did not. "It is very hard to do much here," Mrs. Barnett said, deprecatingly. "There is so much dust, and the market is so poor, and servants are so untrained and so annoying. But of course I do what little I can to make dear Uncle a good home. It was a great sacrifice for me to come, but when duty calls one must not think of self." "No, I suppose not." Reedy sighed and shook his head until the long black lock dangled across the corner of his forehead--he did look like that evangelist. "But I wish sometime that we could forget the other fellow and think of ourselves. I'd have been a millionaire by now if I hadn't been so chicken-hearted about giving the other fellow the best of it." "We never lose by being generous," said Mrs. Barnett with conviction. "No, I suppose not," Reedy sighed. "No doubt it pays in the long run. I know I've been put in the way of making many thousands of dollars first and last by fellows I had been good to." Then Reedy looked at Mrs. Barnett steadily and with wide admiration in his large eyes--looked until she blushed very deeply. "It may be a rough place to live," said Reedy, "but it certainly has been good for your colour. You are pink as a--a flower; you look positively swee----" He broke off abruptly. "I beg your pardon; I almost forgot myself." Then Reedy changed the subject to the matter of business on which he had come. "Yes," Mrs. Barnett said, giving him her hand as he rose to go, "I'll see Uncle to-night; and I'm sure Mr. Jenkins"--he still held her hand and increased the pressure--"he'll be most glad to do it." CHAPTER VI Three days after Bob had returned from Los Angeles and found that Reedy Jenkins had bought the Benson lease, he rode up from the Mexican side and jumped off in front of the hardware store. Dayton was talking to the old man with bushy eyebrows and a linen duster. "Here's Rogeen now," said the implement dealer. "Mr. Crill was just inquiring about you, Bob." The two men shook hands. "How you comin'?" asked the old man, his blue eyes looking sharply into Rogeen's. "I'm starting in on my own," replied Bob; "going to raise cotton over the line." "Why?" The heavy brows worked frowningly. "Got to win through." Bob's brows also contracted and he shook his head resolutely. "And I can't do it working by the month. Some men can, but I can't."