"I know of one," Edgar resumed. "As it happens, she's in Canada."
"I'd a suspicion of something of the kind," George said dryly.
Edgar made no answer, but presently he changed the subject.
"What's the least one could take up a farm here with, and have a fair chance of success?"
"One understands it has been done with practically nothing on preempted land, though I'm rather dubious. In your case, I'd fix five thousand dollars as the minimum; more would be decidedly better."
"Yes," said Edgar thoughtfully; "that's about my idea; and I suppose it could be raised, though my share of what was left us has nearly all been spent in cramming me with knowledge I've no great use for. Stephen, however, has done pretty well, and I think he always realized that it would be his privilege to give me a lift; I've no doubt he'll write to you as soon as I mention the matter, and your answer will have its effect." He looked at George with anxious eyes. "I venture to think you'll strain a point to say what you can in my favor?"
"In the first place, I'll ride over to the Butte and have supper with
Taunton, as soon as I can find the time."
"Thanks," responded Edgar gratefully; "you won't have any doubts after that." Then he broke into laughter. "You'll excuse me, but it's really funny, George."
"I don't see the joke," George said shortly.
Edgar tried to look serious, and failed.