"You know and I know that you're trying to cold-deck this bunch.

The land won't raise white beans or anything else without water, and you know it.

You can plant folks on the land and collect your money and tell 'em goodbye and go to it--and that settles your part of it.

But how about the poor devils that put in their time and money ?" Florence Grace Hallman spread her hands in a limited gesture because of the reins, and smiled unpleasantly.

"And yet, you nearly broke your neck filing on the land yourself and getting a lot of your friends to file," she retorted.