FIGHTING FIRE Sanders was in the office of the Jackpot Company looking over some blue-prints when Joyce Crawford came in and inquired where her father was. "He went out with Bob Hart to the oil field this morning. Some trouble with the casing." "Thought Dad wasn't giving any of his time to oil these days," she said. "He told me you and Bob were running the company." "Every once in a while he takes an interest. I prod him up to go out and look things over occasionally. He's president of the company, and I tell him he ought to know what's going on. So to-day he's out there." "Oh!" Miss Joyce, having learned what she had come in to find out, might reasonably have departed. She declined a chair, said she must be going, yet did not go. Her eyes appeared to study without seeing a field map

