l see the dollars rolling into Silverdale."

Dane found Barrington, who listened with a grim smile to what he had to
tell him.

"The words are yours, Dane, but that is all," he said. "Wheat will go
down again, and I do not know that I am grateful to Courthorne."

Dane dare urge nothing further, and spent the rest of that day
wandering up and down the city, in a state of blissful content, with
Alfreton and Winston. One of them had turned his losses into a small
profit, and the other two, who had, hoping almost against hope, sown
when others had feared to plow, saw that the harvest would repay them
beyond their wildest expectations. They heard nothing but predictions
of higher prices everywhere, and the busy city seemed to throb with
exultation. The turn had come, and there was hope for the vast wheat
lands it throve upon.

Graham had much to tell them when they sat down to the somewhat
elaborate meal Winston termed supper that night, and he nodded
approvingly when Dane held out his glass of champagne and touched his
comrade's.

"I'm not fond of speeches, Courthorne, and I fancy our tastes are the
same," he said. "Still, I can't let this great night pass without
greeting you as the man who has saved not a few of us at Silverdale.
We were in a very tight place before you came, and we are with you when
you want us from this time, soul and body, and all our possessions."

Alfreton's eyes glistened, and his hand shook a little as he touched
the rim of Winston's goblet.

"There are folks in the old country who will bless you when they know,"
he said. "You'll forget it, though I can't, that I was once against
you."

Winston nodded to them gravely, and, when the glasses were empty, shook
hands with the three.

"We have put up a good fight, and I think we shall win, but, while you
will understand me better by and by, what you have offered me almost
hurts," he said.

"What we have given is yours. We don't take it back," said Dane.

Winston smiled, though there was a wistfulness in his eyes as he saw
the faint bewilderment in his companions' faces.

"Well," he said slowly, "you can do a little for me now. Colonel
Barrington was right when he set his face against speculation, and it
was only because I saw dollars were badly needed at Silverdale, and the
one means of getting them, I made my deal. Still, if we are to succeed
as farmers we must market our wheat as cheaply as our rivals, and we
want a new bridge