"I mean that we haven't time. More than that, it's up to us to keep this thing in the family, so to speak; and the moment we go into other markets, we are getting over into the enemy's country. I'm not saying that the money couldn't be raised in New York; but if we should go there, the trust would have an underhold on us, right from the start." "I see," said the colonel, who was indeed seeing many things that his simple-hearted philosophy had never dreamed of; and then he answered the direct question. "There is plenty of money right here in the Timanyonis; not all of it in Brewster, perhaps, but in the country among the Gloria and Little Butte mine owners, smelter men, and the better class of ranchmen. Take Dick Maxwell, the railroad superintendent--he's a miner on the side, you know--he could put ten or twenty thousand more into it without turning a hair; and so could some of the others." Smith nodded. He was getting his second wind now, and the race promised to be a keen joy. "But they would have to be 'shown,' you think?" he suggested. "All right; we'll proceed to show them. Now we can come down to present necessities. We've got to keep the work going--and speed it up to the limit: we ought to double Williams's force at once--put on a night shift to work by electric light. I took the liberty of telephoning Williams from Hillcrest this morning while you were reading your newspaper. I told him to wire advertisements for more labor to the newspapers in Denver, offering wages high enough to make the thing look attractive." The colonel blinked twice and swallowed hard. "Say, John," he said, leaning across the table-desk; "you've sure got your nerve with you. Do you know what our present bank balance happens to be?" "No; I was just coming to that," said the reorganizer, smiling easily. "How much is it?" "It is under five thousand dollars, and a good part of that is owing to the cement people!" "Never mind; don't get nervous," was the reassuring rejoinder. "We are going to make it bigger in a few minutes, I hope. Who is your banker here?" "Dave Kinzie, of the Brewster City National." "Tell me a little something about Mr. Kinzie before we go down to see him; just brief him for me as a man, I mean." The colonel was shaking his head slowly. "He's what you might call a twenty-ton optimist, Dave is; solid, a little slow and sure, but the biggest boomer in the West, if you can get him started--believes in the resources of the country and all that. But you can't borrow money from him without security, if that's what you're aiming to do." "Can't we?" smiled the young man who knew banks and bankers. "Let's go and see. You never know until you try, Colonel; and even then you're not always dead certain. Take me around and introduce me to this Mr. David Kinzie--and, hold on; it may be as well to give me a handle of some sort before we begin to talk money with other people. What are you going to call me in this new scheme of things?"