If you want to try--and you think there is a chance to
win--why, why--go to it!"
"You're a brick!" grinned Sanderson. "We'll start the ball to rollin'
right away."
Sanderson could not escape the vigorous hug she gave him, but he did
manage to evade her lips, and he went out of the house blushing and
grinning.
It was late in the afternoon when he got to Okar. Barney Owen was with
him. The two rode into town, dismounted at a hitching rail in front of
a building across the front of which was a sign:
THE OKAR HOTEL
Okar was flourishing--as Mary Bransford said. At its northwestern
corner the basin widened, spreading between the shoulders of two
mountains and meeting a vast stretch of level land that seemed to be
endless.
Okar lay at the foot of the mountain that lifted its bald knob at the
eastern side of the basin's mouth. Two glittering lines of steel that
came from out of the obscurity of distance eastward skirted Okar's
buildings and passed westward into an obscurity equally distant.
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