"Will Mr. Harshaw be in London six weeks from now?" The question was almost
a cry.
"Will you?" she demanded, turning upon him as if this was the last injury
he could do her.
"I suppose so," he said.
"And you will see my mother, and all of them?"
"I think so--if you wish."
She rose up, as if she could bear no more. Harshaw waited an instant, and
then followed her; but she motioned him back, and went away to have it out
with herself alone.
I took up the book Harshaw had left on the grass. It was "Copp's
Manual"--"For the use of Prospectors," etc.
* * * * *
After all, it is not so sure that Harshaw will go to London. There has been
an engineer on the ground since last summer, when all this water was free.
He has located a vast deal of it, perhaps the whole. Tom says he can hold
only just as much as he can use; I hope there will be no difference of
opinion on that point. There generally is a difference of opinion on points
of location when the thing located is proved to have any value. The prior
locator has gone East, they tell us at the ranch, on a business visit,
presumably to raise capital for his scheme; which, as I understand it,
is to force the water of the springs up on the dry plains above, for
irrigation (the fetich of the country), by means of a pneumatic pumping
arrangement.
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