"No need of that, is there? Things seem to be going all right, far as I've heard. No, Walter, I came back to take charge--of building us a home here. I'd like to see a plan of the town and look over any available ground left in the residence district. I'll want a full block, at least; high ground, where there's a view of the desert and the hills. I expect it will take a few months to build it, but I'm going to rush it right through. And say, by the way! Can you tell me whether there's anybody in town that's able to lay the foundation? I've got all the plans and specifications--copies of them--with me. I'm going to have the builders come on from San Francisco, but they're just finishing up a contract now, and I can save time by having the foundation ready when they're free to come. Think I'd better take bids on it, or just give the contract to the best man? A few dollars, one way or the other, won't make any difference. I want a good job; one that'll stand forever." Rayfield's mouth had opened slightly in the beginning, and had closed in his genial smile. The paternal look was back in his face. "My, my! That will be great news to the town, it surely will! I've had some little trouble, Bill, convincing people that you hadn't just made your clean-up and quit the town cold. When it's known that you are back and building a home, that will silence all criticism." Rayfield nodded and drummed his fingers animatedly. "Criticism--of me?" Bill's face clouded. "I thought you kept writing I wasn't needed." "Perfectly true. Unless you feel that John and I have shown that we are incompetent, you are not needed at all. But you know people will talk--and with you gone so long and showing no interest, it began to look to some of the leading business men as if you had--well, unloaded." What Bill would have replied to that was not known. They were interrupted by the entrance of John Emmett, who had evidently been in a hurry, but forgot his haste to stare at Bill. "Time I came home," said Bill, getting up to shake hands. "Everybody looks as if I were a ghost that ought to get back under my marble monument and stay there." "Not at all," Emmett protested. "Your back was to the light, and I couldn't make out who you were, at first. Well, how are you?" "News for the town, John," Rayfield interrupted briskly. "Bill's here to build a fine home for his family. I've promised to help him look up a building site, and get a contractor on the job to lay the foundation. Going to start right away--that right, Bill? I got the impression you were in something of a hurry to begin." Emmett looked from one to the other and laughed a little. "Thought you'd come to fire us because we're about to pass a dividend," he said. "I was just writing you to that effect."