"Are the Mohaves so pig-headed then?" asked DeWitt, smiling.

Cartwell returned the smile with a flash of white teeth.

"You bet they are! My mother was part Mohave and she used to say that
only the Pueblo in her kept her from being as stiff-necked as yucca.
You're all over the dizziness, Miss Tuttle?"

"Yes," said Rhoda. "You were very good to me."

Cartwell shook his head.

"I'm afraid I can't take special credit for that. Will you two ride to
the ditch with me tomorrow? I think Miss Tuttle will be interested in
Jack's irrigation dream, don't you, Mr. DeWitt?"

DeWitt answered a little stiffly.

"It's out of the question for Miss Tuttle to attempt such a trip, thank
you."

But to her own as well as DeWitt's astonishment Rhoda spoke
protestingly.

"You must let me refuse my own invitations, John. Perhaps the ditch
would interest me."

DeWitt replied hastily, "Good gracious, Rhoda! If anything will
interest you, don't let me interfere."