"Sit still," she ordered. "Can you do what I asked about?" "I don't know--I've never tried." "Digger Foss can," she claimed. "Well, that's shooting." "It is. I'd strap that gun on if I were you and practice up a bit." "Cartridges are too high-priced," he laughed. "What's the rest of the news?" "The store up at Cliffbert, about fourteen miles from here and off the railroad, was broken into three days ago and robbed of cutlery, revolvers, and other things to the tune of several hundred dollars." "M'm-m! Do they have any idea who did it?" "Oh, yes. The Poison Oakers." "They know it?" "Of course--everybody knows it. But it can't be proved. It's nothing new." "I didn't know the gang ever went to such a limit." "Humph!" she sniffed significantly. "And the next piece of news is that Sulphur Spring has gone dry for the first time in many years. And here it's only May!" "Where is Sulphur Spring?" "About a mile below your south line, in this cañon. I heard Old Man Selden complaining about it last night, and thought I'd ride around that way this morning. It's as he said--entirely dry, so far as new water running into the basin is concerned." "Well," said Oliver, "my piece of news is just the opposite of that. My spring is running a stream five times as large as heretofore--" She straightened. "What caused that?" she demanded quickly. He explained in detail. "So!" she murmured. "So! I understand. Listen: I have heard the menfolks at the ranch say that all these cañon springs are connected. That is, they all are outbreaks from one large vein that follows the cañon. If you shut off one, then, you may increase the flow of the next one below it. And if you open one up and increase its output, the next below it may go entirely dry. The flow from yours has been cut off in time gone by to increase the flow of Sulphur Spring. And now that you've taken away the obstruction, your spring gets all the water, while Sulphur Spring gets none." "I believe you're right," asserted Oliver. "And do you think it might have been the Poison Oakers who closed my spring to increase the flow down there?" "Undoubtedly." "But why? They were running cows on my land, too, before I came. Wouldn't it be handier to have a good flow of water in both places?" "No doubt of that," she answered. "And I can't enlighten you, I'm sorry to say. All I know is that Old Man Selden is hopping mad--angrier than the situation seems to call for, as springs are by no means scarce in Clinker Cañon." Jessamy's disclosures had ended now, so they scrambled on up the hill toward the bee tree. The colony had settled in a dead hollow white-oak. The tree had been broken off close to the ground by high winds after the colony had taken up residence therein. The hole by which they made entrance to the hollow trunk, however, was left uppermost after the fall, and apparently the little zealots had not been seriously disturbed.