She settled herself on the top step and pulled him down beside her.
"Listen, godpapa, I am very serious," she said. "I have come to tell you something very important. I have been worrying about you a great deal, godpapa, and the ranch. No; listen! Don't interrupt! What you need here is a partner."
"A partner!" echoed the Colonel.
"Yes, a partner," went on Daphne rapidly, before he had a chance to say more. "A man who would bring enough capital to help the ranch out of debt: a man who knows the ranching business so he could take an active part in running it—you know very well there's more than you can do."
"Daffy, I don't think I could stand another man managing things after I've done it so long."
"He'd be a junior partner, of course. You would control just as you do now."
The Colonel shook his head doubtfully.
"You wouldn't find anybody nowadays who would work width my ideas. I am an old fogey."
"But if you could find some one; don't you think it's a good idea?"
"It's a good idea, Puss," acknowledged the Colonel, reluctantly. "I've thought of it a good many times myself. Perhaps I might find an active partner. But I am afraid of how it would work out. I'm getting a little old and tired, and I dislike the thought of fighting another man's ideas. Still, it would be a sensible way out, I suppose. But, Daffy dear, I am an old man; and lately all my hopes have been centred on two things. As long as I lived I wanted to keep the old ranch together just as it has always been, as your Aunt Allie and I lived in it and loved it in the old days. I feel that I want to keep the place for Aunt Allie as long as she needs it."
Daphne, puzzled at this speech, looked at him. But he continued placidly:
"I suppose that could be done with the right kind of a partner—if such a partner exists."
"I know just the man," said Daphne. "He would put in the money, and he would work under you as I said."
