“The reasons are numerous and valid,” replied the older cowman.  “It’s the natural outgrowth or expansion of the pastoral interests of our State.  Before the opening of the trail, for years and years, Texas clamored for an outlet for its cattle.  Our water supply was limited, the State is subject to severe drouth, the cattle were congesting on our ranges, with neither market inquiry or demand.  The subjection of the Indian was followed by a sudden development of the West, the Texas and Montana cattle trail opened, and the pastoral resources of our State surprised the world.  Last year we sent eight hundred thousand cattle over the trail, and they were not missed at home.  That’s the reason I’m your guest to-night; range has suddenly become valuable in Texas.”

“There is also an economic reason for the present exodus of cattle,” added the young man.  “Our State is a natural breeding ground, but we can’t mature into marketable beef.  Nearly twenty years’ experience has proven that a northern climate is necessary to fatten and bring our Texas cattle to perfect maturity.  Two winters in the North will insure a gain of from three to four hundred pounds’ extra weight more per head than if allowed to reach maturity on their native heath.  This gain fully doubles the value of every hoof, and is a further motive why we are your guests to-night; we are looking for a northern range on which to mature our steer cattle.”

The boys were grasping the fact that in their range they had an asset of value.  Less than two months before, they were on the point of abandoning their home as worthless, not capable of sustaining life, the stone which the builders rejected, and now it promised a firm foundation to their future hopes.  The threatened encroachment of a few weeks previous, and the causes of demand, as explained by their guests, threw a new light on range values and made the boys doubly cautious.  Was there a possible tide in the primitive range, which taken at its flood would lead these waifs to fortune?

The next morning the guests insisted on looking over the upper valley of the Beaver.

“In the first place,” said the elder Texan, “let it be understood that we respect your rights to this range.  If we can reach some mutual agreement, by purchase or rental, good enough, but not by any form of intrusion.  We might pool our interests for a period of years, and the rental would give you lads a good schooling.  There are many advantages that might accrue by pooling our cattle.  At least, there is no harm in looking over the range.”

“They can ride with me as far as Hackberry Grove,” said Dell.  “None of our cattle range over a mile above the springs, and from there I can nearly point out the limits of our ranch.”

“You are welcome to look over the range,” assentingly said Joel, “but only on condition that any agreement reached must be made with Mr. Quince Forrest, now at Dodge.”

“That will be perfectly agreeable,” said the older cowman.  “No one must take any advantage of you boys.”