Dan McLagan shifted his cigar, and his face lit with a grin of satisfaction."Seventy-five per cent. of calves," he murmured, glancing out at the sunlit yards. "Say, it's been an elegant round-up." Then his enthusiasm rose and found expression. "It's the finest, luckiest ranch in Montana--in the country. Guess I'd be within my rights if I said 'in the world.' I can't say more.""No."The quiet monosyllable brought the rancher down to earth. He looked round at his companion with an inquiring glance.