My ranch 's called 'Many Waters,' an' you can't keep your feet dry." "I wish we had some of it here," replied Kurt, wistfully, and he waved a hand at the broad, swelling slopes.

The warm breath that blew in from the wheatlands felt dry and smelled dry.
"You're in for a dry spell ?" inquired Anderson, with interest that was keen, and kindly as well.
"Father says so.

And I fear it, too--for he never makes a mistake in weather or crops." "A hot, dry spell!...

This summer ?...

Hum!...