"Is that so?" says I, getting hot under the collar right away. "Well, let me tell you something: When it comes to playing any kind of freeze-out, where Old Man Wright is concerned, believe me, there's two sides to that game. Do you see?" I looked straight at him, and I went on: "Nobody ever seen Old Man Wright weaken in nothing he once begun. As for money, he can't be making less than a million a month or so right here in this town where he is now. He's one of them kind that does." "I believe you," says he. "Was you saying that your folks used to own the Circle Arrow Ranch out in Wyoming?" "Uh-huh; and I wisht we did right now." "That's funny," says he. "And you sold it to a syndicate?" "Uh-huh--damn 'em!" "And Old Man Wisner was one of the silent partners and one of the biggest owners in that syndicate--colonization and irrigation. There ain't anything that he won't go against that there's money in, and he mostly wins," says he. "Well, what do you know about that!" says I. "Us moving in here and living right next door to him--that's the funniest thing I ever did hear. They shore was on opposite sides of that game, wasn't they, them two folks? Well, Old Man Wisner got the worst of it--that's all. You can't raise nothing on that land except cows and he'll find it out. We got some of our deferred payments coming in, like enough; but it wouldn't surprise me if we got all that land back sometime, and I shore hope we do." He kind of puckers up his mouth and puts his fingers on it. "By Jove!" says he. "By Jove! Would you give me a job cowpunching, Curly?" says he. "Not unless you could rope better then than you can now," says I. "And if you can't ride a horse any better than you can a boat I don't think you could earn your board." He took it all right, and only laughed. I went up through the boathouse and the garridge and up the back steps into the little portico--sort of storm door that's over the back door of our house where it looks out over the lake. If you'll believe me, there was Bonnie Bell standing there, all in her bathing clothes! She hadn't gone in yet. "Has he gone, Curly?" says she. "He has just went," says I. "What are you doing here, all wet? Why didn't you go in right away?" "Is he all right, Curly?" says she, sort of rolling her hair up off her neck and into her rubber cap. "Yes," says I; "he ain't hurt none." "What were you talking about so long?" says she. "A good many things--you, for instance," I says to her. "What did he say?" she ast of me. "Why, nothing much; only how sorry he was you saved his life." "Sorry--why?" "Well, it makes a man feel mighty mean to have a woman save his life." "Did he say that?" she says to me. Now when Bonnie Bell smiles she sort of has a dimple here and there. She sort of smiled now. "What kept you out there so long? You two people was talking like two old women." "Well," I says, "I was just promising to show him how to rope; he says he wants to learn."