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But
soon
after
leaving
Guadalajara
,
they
found
themselves
upon
the
land
that
Dyke
had
bought
and
upon
which
he
was
to
raise
his
famous
crop
of
hops
.
Dyke
’
s
house
was
close
at
hand
,
a
very
pleasant
little
cottage
,
painted
white
,
with
green
blinds
and
deep
porches
,
while
near
it
and
yet
in
process
of
construction
,
were
two
great
storehouses
and
a
drying
and
curing
house
,
where
the
hops
were
to
be
stored
and
treated
.
All
about
were
evidences
that
the
former
engineer
had
already
been
hard
at
work
.
The
ground
had
been
put
in
readiness
to
receive
the
crop
and
a
bewildering
,
innumerable
multitude
of
poles
,
connected
with
a
maze
of
wire
and
twine
,
had
been
set
out
.
Farther
on
at
a
turn
of
the
road
,
they
came
upon
Dyke
himself
,
driving
a
farm
wagon
loaded
with
more
poles
.
He
was
in
his
shirt
sleeves
,
his
massive
,
hairy
arms
bare
to
the
elbow
,
glistening
with
sweat
,
red
with
heat
.
In
his
bell
-
like
,
rumbling
voice
,
he
was
calling
to
his
foreman
and
a
boy
at
work
in
stringing
the
poles
together
.
At
sight
of
Presley
and
Vanamee
he
hailed
them
jovially
,
addressing
them
as
“
boys
,
”
and
insisting
that
they
should
get
into
the
wagon
with
him
and
drive
to
the
house
for
a
glass
of
beer
.
His
mother
had
only
the
day
before
returned
from
Marysville
,
where
she
had
been
looking
up
a
seminary
for
the
little
tad
.
She
would
be
delighted
to
see
the
two
boys
;
besides
,
Vanamee
must
see
how
the
little
tad
had
grown
since
he
last
set
eyes
on
her
;
wouldn
’
t
know
her
for
the
same
little
girl
;
and
the
beer
had
been
on
ice
since
morning
.
Presley
and
Vanamee
could
not
well
refuse
.
They
climbed
into
the
wagon
and
jolted
over
the
uneven
ground
through
the
bare
forest
of
hop
-
poles
to
the
house
.
Inside
they
found
Mrs
.
Dyke
,
an
old
lady
with
a
very
gentle
face
,
who
wore
a
cap
and
a
very
old
-
fashioned
gown
with
hoop
skirts
,
dusting
the
what
-
not
in
a
corner
of
the
parlor
.
The
two
men
were
presented
and
the
beer
was
had
from
off
the
ice
.
“
Mother
,
”
said
Dyke
,
as
he
wiped
the
froth
from
his
great
blond
beard
,
“
ain
’
t
Sid
anywheres
about
?
I
want
Mr
.
Vanamee
to
see
how
she
has
grown
.
Smartest
little
tad
in
Tulare
County
,
boys
.
Can
recite
the
whole
of
’
Snow
Bound
,
’
end
to
end
,
without
skipping
or
looking
at
the
book
.
Maybe
you
don
’
t
believe
that
.
Mother
,
ain
’
t
I
right
—
without
skipping
a
line
,
hey
?
”
Mrs
.
Dyke
nodded
to
say
that
it
was
so
,
but
explained
that
Sidney
was
in
Guadalajara
.
In
putting
on
her
new
slippers
for
the
first
time
the
morning
before
,
she
had
found
a
dime
in
the
toe
of
one
of
them
and
had
had
the
whole
house
by
the
ears
ever
since
till
she
could
spend
it
.
“
Was
it
for
licorice
to
make
her
licorice
water
?
”
inquired
Dyke
gravely
.
“
Yes
,
”
said
Mrs
.
Dyke
.
“
I
made
her
tell
me
what
she
was
going
to
get
before
she
went
,
and
it
was
licorice
.
”
Dyke
,
though
his
mother
protested
that
he
was
foolish
and
that
Presley
and
Vanamee
had
no
great
interest
in
“
young
ones
,
”
insisted
upon
showing
the
visitors
Sidney
’
s
copy
-
books
.
They
were
monuments
of
laborious
,
elaborate
neatness
,
the
trite
moralities
and
ready
-
made
aphorisms
of
the
philanthropists
and
publicists
,
repeated
from
page
to
page
with
wearying
insistence
.
“
I
,
too
,
am
an
American
Citizen
.
S
.
D
.
,
”
“
As
the
Twig
is
Bent
the
Tree
is
Inclined
,
”
“
Truth
Crushed
to
Earth
Will
Rise
Again
,
”
“
As
for
Me
,
Give
Me
Liberty
or
Give
Me
Death
,
”
and
last
of
all
,
a
strange
intrusion
amongst
the
mild
,
well
-
worn
phrases
,
two
legends
.
“
My
motto
—
Public
Control
of
Public
Franchises
,
”
and
“
The
P
.
and
S
.
W
.
is
an
Enemy
of
the
State
.
”
“
I
see
,
”
commented
Presley
,
“
you
mean
the
little
tad
to
understand
’
the
situation
’
early
.
”
