But it wouldn't pay anybody to high-jack me.No.

I go right in on the derrick floors and hobnob with the drillers, talk about their wives and their families, discuss croup and fishing jobs; sometimes they let me taste the sand and even show me the logs of their wells.

It amused them at first to think of a girl playing the game single-handed--most men, however rough, have a sense of chivalry, you know, and are better sports than they realize.

Now--well, they're beginning to respect my business ability.

They have learned that I keep my mouth closed and that I'll treat them squarely.