In a short time they had turned into the County Road by the great watering-tank, and proceeded onward in the shade of the interminable line of poplar trees, the wind-break that stretched along the roadside bordering the Broderson ranch.

But as they drew near to Caraher's saloon and grocery, about half a mile outside of Bonneville, they recognised Harran's horse tied to the railing in front of it.
Annixter left the others and went in to see Harran.
"Harran," he said, when the two had sat down on either side of one of the small tables, "you've got to make up your mind one way or another pretty soon.

What are you going to do?
Are you going to stand by and see the rest of the Committee spending money by the bucketful in this thing and keep your hands in your pockets?
If we win, you'll benefit just as much as the rest of us.

I suppose you've got some money of your own--you have, haven't you?
You are your father's manager, aren't you ?" Disconcerted at Annixter's directness, Harran stammered an affirmative, adding: "It's hard to know just what to do.

It's a mean position for me, Buck.