upon his guests.

"I know another route to El Toro," he confided to the Parkers as the
car sped down the valley. "It's about twelve miles out of our way, but
it is an inspiring drive. The road runs along the side of the high
hills, with a parallel range of mountains to the east and the low
foothills and flat farming lands sloping gradually west to the Pacific
Ocean. At one point we can look down into La Questa Valley and it's
beautiful."

"Let us try that route, by all means," John Parker suggested. "I have
been curious to see La Questa Valley and observe the agricultural
methods of the Japanese farmers there."

"I am desirous of seeing it again for the same reason, sir," Farrel
replied. "Five years ago there wasn't a Jap in that valley and now I
understand it is a little Japan."

"I understand," Kay struck in demurely, "that La Questa Valley suffered
a slight loss in population a few weeks ago."

Both Farrel and her father favored her with brief, sharp, suspicious
glances. "Who was telling you?" the latter demanded.

"Señor Bill Conway."

"He ought to know better than to discuss the Japanese problem with
you," Farrel complained, and her father nodded vigorous assent. Kay
tilted her adorable nose at them.