suits me," responded Banks. "My, yes, it's about as good a likeness as
we can get of Dave." He put on his hat, which involuntarily he had
removed, and started the car on around the curve. "But it's a mighty lot
like you. It crops out most in the eyes, seeing things off somewheres,
clear out of sight, and the way you carry your size. You was a team."

"I am sorry I missed those services," said Tisdale. "I meant to be here."

Banks nodded. "But it all went off fine. She agreed with me it was the
best place. If I was to go back to Alaska, and she was off somewheres on a
trip, it would be sure to get taken care of here in the park; and,
afterwards, when neither of us can come around to keep things in shape any
more. And I told her how the ranchers up and down the valley would get to
feeling acquainted and friendly with Dave, seeing his statue when they was
in town; and how the fruit-buyers and the pickers, and maybe the tourists,
coming and going, would remember about him and tell everybody they knew;
and how the school children would ask questions about the statue, thinking
he was in the same class with Lincoln and Washington, and be always
telling how he was the first man that looked ahead and saw what water in
this valley could do."

"You were right, Johnny. The memory of him will live and grow with this
town when the rest of us are forgotten."

They had turned from the park and went speeding up between the rows of new
poplars along the Alameda, and the prospector's eyes moved over the
reclaimed vale, where acres on acres of young fruit trees in cultivated
squares crowded out the insistent sage. "And this town for a fact is bound
to grow," he said.

Then at last, when Cerberus loomed near, and they entered the gap, the
little man's big heart rose and his bleak face glowed, under Tisdale's
expressions of wonder and approbation at the advance the vineyards and
orchards had made, so soon after the consummation of the project. Fillers
of alfalfa stretched along the spillways from the main canal like a green
carpet; strawberry plants were blossoming; grapes reached out pale
tendrils and many leaves. But, at the top of the pocket, where the road
began to lift gently in a double curve across the front of the bench,
Hollis dismissed Banks and his red car and walked the rest of the way. On
the rim of the level, near the solitary pine tree, he stopped to look down
on the transformed vale, and suddenly, once more he seemed to fe