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A ring of his bed 'phone made Dick sit on the bed to take up the receiver. As he listened, he looked out across the patio to Paula's porches. Bonbright was explaining that it was a call from Chauncey Bishop who was at Eldorado in a machine. Chauncey Bishop, editor and owner of the San Francisco _Dispatch_, was sufficiently important a person, in Bonbright's mind, as well as old friend of Dick's, to be connected directly to him.
"You can get here for lunch," Dick told the newspaper owner. "And, say, suppose you put up for the night. Never mind your special writers. We're going hunting mountain lions this afternoon, and there's sure to be a kill. Got them located. Who? What's she write? . What of it? She can stick around the ranch and get half a dozen columns out of any of half a dozen subjects, while the writer chap can get the dope on lion-hunting. Sure, sure. I'll put him on a horse a child can ride."