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Harran
joined
him
at
breakfast
,
in
his
working
clothes
of
blue
canvas
.
He
was
bound
for
the
irrigating
ditch
to
see
how
the
work
was
getting
on
there
.
“
How
is
the
wheat
looking
?
”
asked
Presley
.
“
Bully
,
”
answered
the
other
,
stirring
his
coffee
.
“
The
Governor
has
had
his
usual
luck
.
Practically
,
every
acre
of
the
ranch
was
sown
to
wheat
,
and
everywhere
the
stand
is
good
.
I
was
over
on
Two
,
day
before
yesterday
,
and
if
nothing
happens
,
I
believe
it
will
go
thirty
sacks
to
the
acre
there
.
Cutter
reports
that
there
are
spots
on
Four
where
we
will
get
forty
-
two
or
three
.
Hooven
,
too
,
brought
up
some
wonderful
fine
ears
for
me
to
look
at
.
The
grains
were
just
beginning
to
show
.
Some
of
the
ears
carried
twenty
grains
.
That
means
nearly
forty
bushels
of
wheat
to
every
acre
.
I
call
it
a
bonanza
year
.
”
“
Have
you
got
any
mail
?
”
said
Presley
,
rising
.
“
I
’
m
going
into
town
.
”
Harran
shook
his
head
,
and
took
himself
away
,
and
Presley
went
down
to
the
stable
-
corral
to
get
his
pony
.
As
he
rode
out
of
the
stable
-
yard
and
passed
by
the
ranch
house
,
on
the
driveway
,
he
was
surprised
to
see
Magnus
on
the
lowest
step
of
the
porch
.
“
Good
morning
,
Governor
,
”
called
Presley
.
“
Aren
’
t
you
up
pretty
early
?
”
“
Good
morning
,
Pres
,
my
boy
.
”
The
Governor
came
forward
and
,
putting
his
hand
on
the
pony
’
s
withers
,
walked
along
by
his
side
.
“
Going
to
town
,
Pres
?
”
he
asked
.
“
Yes
,
sir
.
Can
I
do
anything
for
you
,
Governor
?
”
