Спрут: Калифорнийская история
Chapter V.
Harranjoinedhimatbreakfast,inhisworkingclothesofbluecanvas.Hewasboundfortheirrigatingditchtoseehowtheworkwasgettingonthere.
“Howisthewheatlooking?”askedPresley.
“Bully,”answeredtheother,stirringhiscoffee.“TheGovernorhashadhisusualluck.Practically,everyacreoftheranchwassowntowheat,andeverywherethestandisgood.IwasoveronTwo,daybeforeyesterday,andifnothinghappens,Ibelieveitwillgothirtysackstotheacrethere.CutterreportsthattherearespotsonFourwherewewillgetforty-twoorthree.Hooven,too,broughtupsomewonderfulfineearsformetolookat.Thegrainswerejustbeginningtoshow.Someoftheearscarriedtwentygrains.Thatmeansnearlyfortybushelsofwheattoeveryacre.Icallitabonanzayear.”
“Haveyougotanymail?”saidPresley,rising.“I’mgoingintotown.”
Harranshookhishead,andtookhimselfaway,andPresleywentdowntothestable-corraltogethispony.
Asherodeoutofthestable-yardandpassedbytheranchhouse,onthedriveway,hewassurprisedtoseeMagnusontheloweststepoftheporch.
“Goodmorning,Governor,”calledPresley.“Aren’tyouupprettyearly?”
“Goodmorning,Pres,myboy.”TheGovernorcameforwardand,puttinghishandonthepony’swithers,walkedalongbyhisside.
“Goingtotown,Pres?”heasked.
“Yes,sir.CanIdoanythingforyou,Governor?”
Magnusdrewasealedenvelopefromhispocket.
“IwishyouwoulddropinattheofficeoftheMercuryforme,”hesaid,“andseeMr.Genslingerpersonally,andgivehimthisenvelope.
