And so the project fails.

Those New Yorkers will wait too long if ever they do put up the funds; and I can do nothing myself.

The uncompleted ditch will remain simply a scar on the mesa." "I never dreamed you were in this strait!" "No, probably not.

One always hopes to the last that somehow--by a credulous belief in one's own letter of credit with Providence, I presume--one will pull through.

So I delayed telling you of what was impending." "If--perhaps father----" "Your father?
No.