“Leddy—­Pete Leddy and some of his men!” exclaimed Prather, shading his eyes to watch the file of figures now passing under the cotton-woods.  It seemed to relieve him.  “I suppose he came on my account,” he added, nodding to Nogales.

“Yes,” said Nogales, with a grin.  He always either grinned or his face had a half savage impassiveness.

“I wonder if Leddy thought I was in danger,” and Prather gave Jack a knowing glance of satisfaction.  “We shall all camp together,” he added, smiling.

Jack did not answer for a moment.  He was intent on the cotton-woods.  Leddy and his companions appeared on the other side, the figures of riders and horses bathed in the sunset glow.  Then they disappeared as if the earth had swallowed them up.

“They are going on!  They are not going to stop!” said Prather apprehensively.

“There is a basin beyond the water-hole and the seepage makes a little pasture,” Jack explained.  “You will see them back in a moment.”

“Oh, yes!” said Prather, with a thrill in his voice; and again the palms of his hands were making that refrain of delight.  “But I have told my story,” he resumed.  “Now may I ask you a question?  Why have you come back?”

Jack looked around frankly and dispassionately.

“To save Little Rivers from you!  I understand that you have secured the water rights.”

“Well, then, I have!” declared Prather, confidently, “and I mean to have the rights for the whole valley!” and he struck his fist into his palm.  “You see,” he went on, with another flash of satire, “it is not exactly fair that you should have the store and Little Rivers, too.  I had heard of the possibilities here from my friend Leddy, who was also at Goldfield.  A useful man in his place!  He got his sixth notch there.  When I came and looked around and saw that here was the opportunity I wanted, I wired father that in any fair division of territory everything west of the Mississippi belonged to me”—­he was showing some bravado in his sense of security now, when he saw that Leddy and his men were returning through the cotton-woods to the water-hole—­“and I should like to have you out of my way.  I told him you were the picture of health, even if you didn’t have anything in your head, and if you were ever going to learn the business it was time that you began.  But father is always careful.  Naturally he wanted to check off my report with another’s; for he didn’t want you back if you were ill.  So he sent Dr. Bennington out to get professional confirmation of my statement.”

“And you told Jasper Ewold that you wanted the rights only to turn them over to the water users’ association and then bring in capital to build a dam, with everybody sharing alike in the prosperity that was to come.”