CHAPTER I<br >His vmsT thought， upon regaining consciousness，<br >was that he had failed. And because he was only<br >sixteen， and because this was his first job， he<br >tasted the bitterness of defeat. Then his second<br >thought was about Cal Rutherford .<br > Cal Rutherford would not be as angry as he<br >would be disgusted. Cal was not the type who<br >was quick to become angry. Cal had sent him out<br >to the storage-bin after a load of wheat and he<br >had let the four-horse team run away. And some-<br > ~h，j ~aa~ ~，~ ~ra， ~.<br > Dimly， memory returned. He had been ready<br > to go down the grade， and he was stopping at the<br > summit， for he had aimed to rough-lock his wagon<br > wheels， since the grade down was steep. His two<br > teams， strung out， had been lathered， for the up-<br ><br >