"I'll tell you what I'll do--I'll make you a sportin' proposition. I'll test the ground with the willer and if it says we'll get water at a certain depth and we don't strike it, I'll dig till we do, for nothin', if we have to go till we hear the Chinamen gibber. That's fair, ain't it?" Wallie could not gainsay it. "I got a willer on my saddle and it won't cost nothin' for a demonstration. Say the word," persuasively, "and you've good as got a fine, flowing well of water." It would do no harm to let the water witch make his test, Wallie decided, so he followed sheepishly in the wake of Rufus and his willow as he walked over the greater part of the one hundred and sixty acres. "'Tain't nowise plentiful," the latter admitted, as with each hand gripping a prong of the willow he kept his eyes fixed upon it. "But if it's here I'm bound to find it, so don't get discouraged." Expecting nothing, Wallie was not disappointed. At the top of a draw some hundred and fifty yards from the cabin Rufus suddenly halted. "I felt somethin'," he said, hopefully. "Where?" Wallie asked, interested. "In my arm--like pins and needles--it's a symptom. She's goin' to bob!" Excitedly. "You watch and count along of me." The willow bobbed unmistakably. "Sixty-eight!" They finished together. "I told you!" Rufus cried, triumphantly. He stamped his foot: "Right here is where you'll strike it." His tone was as positive as if he saw it flowing beneath the surface. Impressed in spite of himself, Wallie endeavoured to be conservative. "Could it have been your subconscious mind?" he asked, doubtfully. "I ain't any. Rufus Reed is right out in the open. I'll stake my reputation there's plenty of water if you'll go after it." "It's rather far from the house for convenience," he objected. "Water in Wyoming is like whiskey, you have to take it where you can get it and not be particular." It was a temptation, and the cost at three dollars a foot was not excessive. Wallie pondered it and said finally: "You will agree in writing to dig without remuneration until you get water if you do not strike it at sixty-eight feet?" "An iron-clad contract will suit yours truly," Mr. Reed declared, emphatically. He added: "I'll bring two men to work the h'ist and empty the bucket. Of course you'd aim to board us?" "Why, yes, I can," Wallie said a little uncertainly. He had not thought of that feature, but he realized it would be necessary. He had figured that with strict economy he had provisions enough to last him well toward summer. Three men eating three meals daily might make some difference in his calculations, but nothing serious probably. So the contract was drawn up and signed and Rufus departed, eminently satisfied, as was Wallie, who was so eager to see his well started that he could hardly wait until the following Monday.