I'm making good, and some day dad and I will be big operators.

I've been able to buy a car, and most of my time I'm out in the field.

They tell me I'm as good an oil scout as some of the' men working for the big companies; but, of course, I'm not.

I merely have an advantage; drillers tell me more than they'd tell a man." "Of course, with your father along you're safe in going anywhere, but to go through the fields alone--" "Oh, dad doesn't go!" "What ?" Gray looked up incredulously, but "Bob" nodded her head vigorously.
"Dad hates automobiles; they frighten him.

So I go out alone while he runs the office." "Extraordinary! But, my dear girl, it's dangerous." "Naturally, I avoid 'Burk' and the Northwest Extension after dark--even the scouts do that.