to which the Reeds came
when he went to the door and called: "Soo-ee! Soo-ee!"

The developments, however, were not of an encouraging nature. In
addition to a capacity for food which placed the Reeds among the world's
marvels they were of a slowness of movement Wallie never had seen
equalled. Whenever he looked through the window, it was to see one or
the other resting from the exertion of emptying a bucket of dirt or
turning the windlass.

The well deepened by inches rather than feet while Wallie sweated, and
his suspicion gradually became a conviction as he watched them that they
were prolonging the work purposely. It seemed to be in the nature of a
vacation for them with just enough exercise to keep them in condition.

His antipathy had become aversion, and Wallie sometimes caught himself
with his fork poised in mid air, stopping to hate John, who munched and
smacked beside him, or Will, who gobbled at the end of the table, or
Rufus, shovelling opposite him. Again, as they came at a trot in
response to his dinner call, he visualized himself braining them with
the axe as they entered, and found pleasure in the picture.

If hatred generated a poison in the system as asserted, Wallie had a
notion that his bite would have been as fatal as a cobra's.

His feeling reached a point where the well became of secondary
importance. To find a way to rid himself of the Reed family was in his
thoughts constantly, but there seemed nothing to do but endure them
somehow until they had sunk the sixty-eight feet, according to the
contract, so he went on suffering and cooking with all the grace he
could muster.

Yet as the hole deepened he could not help a certain feeling of pride in
it. The sense of possession was a strong trait in him, and this was
_his_ well on _his_ homestead. He always felt the same pleasant glow of
ownership when he looked at his cabin and his fence, even at his dry cow
and his locoed horses, and once he had a well with a curb over it!
Wallie always expanded his chest a little as he thought of it.

He made frequent pilgrimages to the well, and as he hung over the edge
and called down, Rufus always replied to his inquiry:

"I don't see any indications yet but I look for it to come with a gush
when we do strike it."

When they reached sixty-eight feet and there was still no sign of
moisture Wallie told Reed that he was willing to abrogate the contract.

"No, sir!" Rufus declared, vigorously. "I've staked m