North, east, south and west lofty
mountains gleamed on the far horizon, while closer at hand rose the
foothills. These latter were of fantastic shapes, like castles, tables
or crouching animals, and of the most vivid coloring. Over all was the
warm and brilliant sunshine of late afternoon. As for the air, it was
clean and despite the warmth of the day already beginning to turn cool
as the sun hovered on the rim of the farthest mountains to the west.
"Some country," said Bob emphatically.
"Wait until you have known it day in and day out for months," said
Jack. "You will never want to go back to Long Island."
"Is that the way you feel about it, Jack?" asked Frank.
"Oh, well, I suppose I'll want to go home sometime," said Jack. "But
just the same, I'm in love with this country. As for the old-timers
off there in the hills, you couldn't drive them away."
"Say, Jack," said Frank, as they all continued standing and gazing at
the surrounding scene, "I thought we'd see some oil derricks around
here. But there isn't one in sight."
"No, Frank," interposed Mr. Temple, in explanation, "you see the
Independents are mainly located over in the Panhandle, or upper
western portion of Texas and in Oklahoma.
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