"They're up a penny on the cental in Liverpool
now, and nobody will sell, while here in Winnipeg they're falling over
each other to buy. Never had such a circus since the trade began."
Alfreton, who seemed to quiver, turned to his companion, and then
forgot what he had to tell him. Winston had straightened himself, and
his eyes were shining, while the lad was puzzled by his face. Still,
save for the little tremor in it his voice was very quiet.
"It has come at last," he said. "Two farms would not have covered your
losses, Alfreton, if you had waited until to-morrow. Have supper with
us, Graham--if you like it, lakes of champagne."
"I want my head, but I'll come," said Graham, with a curious smile. "I
don't know that it wouldn't pay me to hire yours just now."
Then Winston turned suddenly, and running down the stairway shook the
man awaiting him by the arm.
"The flood's with us now," he said. "Find Colonel Barrington, and make
him cover everything before he's ruined. Dane, you and I, and a few
others, will 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.
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