Into this stream of wealth, Winston was planning to build his dam. His efforts were rewarded more abundantly and sooner than either he or the more sanguine Elijah had expected. Elijah had suggested a movement on the speculators in Ysleta lots, but against this Winston had set his hand. "We don't want floaters; we want stayers. I met a man in the crowd yesterday who's a stayer all right. I think he'll come in. If he does, it will make me feel good in more ways than one. He's got money and he's got a head that tells him where there's more." "What's his name?" "Seymour. He'll be in, in a day or two, to look the matter up. That young orange grove of yours took his hard head by storm. He didn't do a thing yesterday but roll those navels that Amy gave him, in his fist, all the way down. He would have rubbed them under his nose if he hadn't been afraid to trust his teeth. As it was, he kept smelling of his fingers. Didn't say a word!" Winston laughed. "It makes us feel good, doesn't it, Elijah?" A few days later, they were again in Winston's office, awaiting the coming of Seymour. Winston turned to Elijah. "You remember Helen Lonsdale?" "Yes, what about her?" Elijah looked up questioningly. "What did you make out of her?" "She appeared to be a very able young woman." "You don't think she would get stampeded very easily, do you?" "I hardly think so." Elijah smiled. "She gave me some very telling reasons for keeping out of Ysleta lots." "And you gave her some pretty convincing reasons for thinking that orange trees on a hillside would grow better crops than corner stakes on a sand dune." "What makes you think so?" "Because you hadn't been gone an hour before she was in here and wanted to know if she could get into this building on the ground floor. She said she had a few thousands that she wanted to put in a good thing." "You told her 'yes,' didn't you?" Elijah's voice was eager. "I told her 'no.'" "You ought to have taken her up." "I don't know about that. This business is a sure thing one way, but in another, it isn't. It's a big thing. If we can swing it, it's all right. If we can't, it's going to go hard with the small fry. I may want to look into those big black eyes of hers again sometime." "Why haven't you introduced me to Helen Lonsdale before?" Winston was surprised, more at the manner of Elijah's question than at the question itself. He shifted the onus of the surprise to Elijah's shoulders. "Why should I?" he asked bluntly. "That's a Yankee trick, not a Californian's," retorted Elijah. "I'm not too old to learn." Elijah laughed consciously. "It doesn't matter. We're acquainted now." "It's up to you to make it worth her while to keep it up. She's rather particular about her friends."