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Bindloss, Harold, 1866-1945

"Winston of the Prairie"

In the meanwhile you can give me a
mere I O U for the difference between what you sold at, and the price
today, to be paid without interest and whenever it suits you. It isn't
very formal, but you will have to trust me."
Barrington moved twice up and down the room before he turned to the
younger man. "Lance," he said, "when you first came here, any deal of
this kind between us would have been out of the question. Now, it is
only your due to tell you that I have been wrong from the beginning,
and you have a good deal to forgive."
"I think we need not go into that," said Winston, with a little smile.
"This is a business deal, and if it hadn't suited me I would not have
made it."
He went out in another few minutes with a little strip of paper, and
just before he left the Grange placed it in Maud Barrington's hands.
"You will not ask any questions, but if ever Colonel Barrington is not
kind to you, you can show him that," he said.
He had gone in another moment, but the girl, comprehending dimly what
he had done, stood still, staring at the paper with a warmth in her
cheeks and a mistiness in her eyes.


CHAPTER XXIII
SERGEANT STIMSON CONFIRMS HIS SUSPICIONS
It was late in the afternoon when Colonel Barrington drove up to
Winston's homestead. He had his niece and sister with him, and when he
pulled up his team, all three were glad of the little breeze that came
down from the blueness of the north and rippled the whitened grass.


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