“Then again last summer someone killed your dog, I understand.  That was a bad deed.  I am fond of dogs, and had I been able to learn who did it I should have informed you so that you could have had Winship arrest him.  Since that time, too, there have been other things, many of them—­men cutting your telephone wire, removing your survey stakes, and the like.  All making you angry.  Well, I was angry when I heard that those things were being done.  Resorting to questionable and criminal tactics against any man is the worst possible course a person can follow.  I do not do it in your case; I will prevent any one else from doing it if I can.  You have the right to work undisturbed.”

“I never connected you with these underhanded acts,” the engineer stated.

“Thank you, Mr. Bryant.  It pleases me to hear you say that.  I should like to see you lose your water right, of course; it would mean much money in my pocket; but I’ll not do contemptible things or crooked things to get possession of it.”

Lee glanced at the speaker’s face.  It was sincere, earnest, and now relieved.  He felt an increase of respect for the man, opponent though he was.  Menocal appeared, to be sure, unable to comprehend the ethics involved in seeking to thwart Bryant, but he was scrupulous and honourable within his understanding.  Far more so than Gretzinger, for instance.  Or Charlie Menocal.  The thought of the banker’s son pulled Bryant up.  Should he mention his conviction that Charlie was the instigator of the mischief discussed?  As he was still in doubt when his visitor turned the subject, he let it rest.

“The way you’re going ahead with your canal, I’m afraid that my chance of retaining the water is poor, very poor,” Menocal said, with a lugubrious sigh.  He drew his fat chin deeper into his coat collar, tugged at the ice on his big white moustache, and ran his eyes up and down the long line of moving teams.  “And it will cost me a lot of money.”  Again the sigh.  “I didn’t think you could do it; I didn’t think any man in the world could do it.  In cold weather, in ninety days!  I said it was impossible.  Charlie said it was impossible.  Everyone said it was impossible.”

“Everyone except my contractor and me,” Lee interjected, smiling a tight smile.

The other nodded.  “Except you, yes.  And you’re showing us that after all it’s not impossible.  I shall never say again that anything is impossible.  If I ever have a big ditch to build, I shall insist, Mr. Bryant, that you take charge.  Then I would say, ’I should like to have it built so and so, and by such a time,’ and sit down at my desk and think no more of it, knowing it would be built.”

Bryant laughed softly.  He could not help doing so.  That naive avowal from the one whom he considered his chief enemy tickled his fancy.  And presently Menocal, catching the humour of it, himself began to smile.

“I shouldn’t be surprised if we have had a misconception of each other,” Lee stated.