We've always got along well together.

He wouldn't like it, you know, if I did anything like that." "Say," exclaimed Annixter abruptly, "if the Governor says he will keep his hands off, and that you can do as you please, will you come in?
For God's sake, let us ranchers act together for once.

Let's stand in with each other in ONE fight." Without knowing it, Annixter had touched the right spring.
"I don't know but what you're right," Harran murmured vaguely.

His sense of discouragement, that feeling of what's-the-use, was never more oppressive.

All fair means had been tried.