was right. The gold that had flowed to the Eastward was now
returning in heavy waves. From the pockets of idle tourists, it was
scattered with lavish hand. From the pockets of gamblers, it came also;
gamblers who, with trembling fingers, placed their gold on checkered
town-lots, and waited for the spinning wheel to return it with usury,
and went out white and haggard when the croupier declared against them.
It came in the pockets of shrewd-eyed men who parted with it for a
proper consideration, or not at all.

Into this stream of wealth, Winston was planning to build his dam. His
efforts were rewarded more abundantly and sooner than either he or the
more sanguine Elijah had expected.

Elijah had suggested a movement on the speculators in Ysleta lots, but
against this Winston had set his hand.

"We don't want floaters; we want stayers. I met a man in the crowd
yesterday who's a stayer all right. I think he'll come in. If he does,
it will make me feel good in more ways than one. He's got money and he's
got a head that tells him where there's more."

"What's his name?"

"Seymour. He'll be in, in a day or two, to look the matter up. That
young orange grove of yours took his hard head by storm. He didn't do a
thing yesterday but roll those navels that Amy gave him, in his fist,
all the way down. He would have rubbed them under his nose if he hadn't
been afraid to trust his teeth. As it was, he kept smelling of his
fingers. Didn't say a word!" Winston laughed. "It makes us feel good,
doesn't it, Elijah?"

A few days later, they were again in Winston's office, awaiting the
coming of Seymour.

Winston turned to Elijah.

"You remember Helen Lonsdale?"

"Yes, what about her?" Elijah looked up questioningly.

"What did you make out of her?"

"She appeared to be a very able young woman."

"You don't think she would get stampeded very easily, do you?"

"I hardly think so." Elijah smiled. "She gave me some very telling
reasons for keeping out of Ysleta lots."

"And you gave her some pretty convincing reasons for thinking that
orange trees on a hillside would grow better crops than corner stakes on
a sand dune."

"What makes you think so?"

"Because you hadn't been gone an hour before she was in here and wanted
to know if she could get into this building on the ground floor. She
said she had a few thousands that she wanted to put in a good thing."

"You told her 'yes,' didn't you?" Elijah's voice was eager.

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