While in college Dick Gale had studied
engineering, but he had not set the scientific world afire with his
brilliance. Nor after leaving college had he been able to satisfy
his father that he could hold a job. Nevertheless, his smattering
of engineering skill bore fruit in the last place on earth where
anything might have been expected of it--in the desert. Gale had
always wondered about the source of Forlorn River. No white man
or Mexican, or, so far as known, no Indian, had climbed those
mighty broken steps of rock called No Name Mountains, from which
Forlorn River was supposed to come. Gale had discovered a long,
narrow, rock-bottomed and rock-walled gulch that could be dammed
at the lower end by the dynamiting of leaning cliffs above. An
inexhaustible supply of water could be stored there. Furthermore,
he had worked out an irrigation plan to bring the water down for
mining uses, and to make a paradise out of that part of Altar Valley
which lay in the United States. Belding claimed there was gold in
the arroyos, gold in the gulches, not in quantities to make a
prospector rejoice, but enough to work for. And the soil on the
higher levels of Altar Valley needed only water to make it grow
anything the year round. Gale, too, had come to have dreams of
a future for Forlorn River.
On the afternoon of the following day Ladd unexpectedly appeared
leading a lame and lathered horse into the yard. Belding and Gale,
who were at work at the forge, looked up and were surprised out
of speech.
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