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Give Her A Hint That George's Affections Were Already Engaged.
"Besides," He Resumed, "It's No Secret That The Loss Of His Harvest Hit
Him Pretty Hard. We'll Have To Curtail Our Spring Operation In Several
Ways And Study Economy."
Flora Glanced Toward The Door Of The Room Her Father Had Entered With
George. Edgar Thought She Had Done So Unconsciously; But It Was
Somewhat Suggestive, Though He Could Not See What It Implied.
"Well," She Said, "I'm Inclined To Believe That He'll Get Over His
Difficulties."
"So Am I," Edgar Agreed. "George Isn't Easy To Defeat."
In The Meanwhile Grant Sat In The Next Room, Smoking Thoughtfully And
Asking George Rather Direct Questions About His Farming.
"I've Made Some Inquiries About That New Wheat Your English Botanist
Friend Reported On," He Said At Length. "Our Experimental Farm People
Strongly Recommend It, And There's A Man I Wrote To Who Can't Say
Enough In Its Favor. You'll Sow It This Spring?"
"I'm Afraid I'll Have To Stick To The Common Kinds," George Said
Gloomily. "I've A Pretty Big Acreage To Crop And That Special Seed Is
Remarkably Dear."
"That's So," Grant Agreed. "As A Matter Of Fact, They Haven't Quite
Made Their Arrangements For Putting It On The Market Yet, And The
Surest Way To Get Some Is To Bid For A Round Lot. After What I'd
Heard, I Wired A Winnipeg Agent And He Has Promised To Send Me On What
Looks Like More Than I Can Use. Now I'll Be Glad To Let You Have As
Much As You Want For Your Lightest Land."
George Felt Grateful. He Did Not Think That This Methodical Man Had
Volume 554 Chapter 21 (Grant Comes To The Rescue) Pg 158Made Any Careless Mistake Over His Order; But He Hesitated.
"Thanks," He Said. "Still, It Doesn't Get Over The Main Difficulty."
"I Guess It Does. You Would Have Had To Pay Money Down For The Seed,
And I'll Be Glad To Let The Thing Stand Over Until You Have Thrashed
Out. The Price Doesn't Count; You Can Give Me Back As Many Bushels As
You Get."
"Then," Said George With A Slight Flush, "You're More Generous Than
Wise. They Haven't Produced A Wheat Yet That Will Stand Drought And
Hail. Suppose I Have Another Year Like Last? I'm Sorry I Can't Let
You Run This Risk."
"We'll Quit Pretending. I Owe A Little To The Country That Has Made Me
What I Am, And These New Hardy Wheats Are Going To Play A Big Part In
Its Development. I Want To See Them Tried On The Poorest Land."
"That's A Good Reason. I Believe It Goes Some Way, But I Hardly Think
It Accounts For Everything."
His Companion Looked At Him With Fixed Directness.
"Then, If You Must Be Satisfied, You're My Neighbor; You Have Had
Blamed Hard Luck And I Like The Way You're Standing Up To It. If
Anybody's On Meaner Soil Than Yours I Want To See It. Anyway, Here's
The Seed; Take What You Need, Pay Me Back When You're Able. Guess
You're Not Too Proud To Take A Favor That's Gladly Offered."
"I'd Be A Most Ungrateful Brute If I Refused," George Replied With
Feeling.
"That's Done With," Grant Said Firmly; And Soon Afterward He And George
Returned To The Other Room.
After A While He Went Out With Edgar To Look At A Horse, And George
Turned To Flora.
"Your Father Has Taken A Big Weight Off My Mind, And I'm Afraid I
Hardly Thanked Him," He Said.
"Then It Was A Relief?" She Asked, And It Failed To Strike Him As
Curious That She Seemed To Know What He Was Alluding To.
"Yes," He Declared; "I Feel Ever So Much More Confident Now That I Can
Get That Seed. The Fact That It Was Offered Somehow Encouraged Me."
"You Never Expected Anything Of The Kind? I've Sometimes Thought
You're Apt To Stand Too Much Alone. You Don't Attach Enough Importance
To Your Friends."
"Perhaps Not," Admitted George. "I've Been Very Wrong In This
Instance; But I Suppose One Naturally Prefers To Hide One's
Difficulties."
Volume 554 Chapter 21 (Grant Comes To The Rescue) Pg 159"I Don't Think The Feeling's Universal. But You Would, No Doubt, Be
More Inclined To Help Other People Out Of Their Troubles."
George Looked A Little Embarrassed, And She Changed The Subject With A
Laugh.
"Come And See Us When You Can Find The Time. On The Last Occasion, You
Sent Your Partner Over."
"I'd Made An Appointment With An Implement Man When I Got Your Father's
Note. Anyway, I Should Have Fancied That Edgar Would Have Made A
Pretty Good Substitute."
"Mr. West Is A Favorite Of Ours; He's Amusing And Excellent Company, As
Far As He Goes."
Her Tone Conveyed A Hint That Edgar Had His Limitations And He Was Not
An Altogether Satisfactory Exchange For His Partner; But George Laughed.
"He Now And Then Goes Farther Than I Would Care To Venture."
Flora Looked At Him With Faint Amusement.
"Yes," She Said. "That's One Of The Differences Between You; You're
Not Assertive. It Has Struck Me That You Don't Always Realize Your
Value."
"Would You Like One To Insist On It?"
"Oh," She Said, "There's A Happy Medium; But I'm Getting Rather
Personal, And I Hear The Others Coming."
She Drove Away A Little Later, And When Flett Had Gone To Bed George
And Edgar Sat Talking A While Beside The Stove.
"Grant's A Staunch Friend, And I'm More Impressed With Flora Every Time
I See Her," Said The Lad. "She's Pleasant To Talk To, She Can Harness
And Handle A Team With Any One; But For All That, You Recognize A Trace
Of What I Can Only Call The Grand Manner In Her. Though I Understand
That She Has Been To The Old Country, It's Rather Hard To See How She
Got It."
George Signified Agreement. Miss Grant Was Undoubtedly Characterized
By A Certain Grace And Now And Then By An Elusive Hint Of Stateliness.
It Was A Thing Quite Apart From Self-Assertion; A Gracious Quality,
Which He Had Hitherto Noticed Only In The Bearing Of A Few Elderly
English Ladies Of Station.
"I Suppose You Thanked Her For That Seed?" Edgar Resumed.
"I Said I Was Grateful To Her Father."
"I've No Doubt You Took The Trouble To Mark The Distinction. It Might
Volume 554 Chapter 21 (Grant Comes To The Rescue) Pg 160Have Been More Considerate If You Had Divided Your Gratitude."
"What Do You Mean?"
"It's Hardly Likely That The Idea Of Helping You In That Particular Way
Originated With Alan Grant, Though I Shouldn't Be Surprised If He Had
Been Allowed To Think It Did."
George Looked Surprised And Edgar Laughed.
"You Needn't Mind. It's Most Improbable That Miss Grant Either Wished
Or Expected You To Understand. She's A Very Intelligent Young Lady."
"It Strikes Me That You Talk Too Much," George Said Severely.
He Went Out, Feeling A Little Disturbed By What Edgar Had Told Him, But
Unable To Analyze His Sensations. Putting On His Furs, He Proceeded To
Look Around The Stable, As He Had Fallen Into A Habit Of Doing Before
He Went To Rest. There Was A Clear Moon In The Sky, And Although The
Black Shadow Of The Buildings Stretched Out Across The Snow, George On
Approaching One Noticed A Few Footprints That Led Toward It. There
Were Numerous Other Tracks About, But He Thought That Those He Was
Looking At Had Been Made Since He Had Last Entered The House. This,
However, Did Not Surprise Him, For Flett Had Recently Visited The
Stable.
On Entering The Building, George Stopped To Feel For A Lantern Which
Was Kept On A Shelf Near The Door. The Place Was Very Dark And
Pleasantly Warm By Contrast With The Bitter Frost Outside, And He Could
Smell The Peppermint In The Prairie Hay. Familiar Sounds Reached
Him--The Soft Rattle Of A Shaking Rope, The Crackle Of Crushed
Straw--But They Were Rather More Numerous Than Usual, And While He
Listened One Or Two Of The Horses Began To Move Restlessly.
The Lantern Was Not To Be Found; George Wondered Whether Flett Had
Carelessly Forgotten To Replace It. He Felt His Way From Stall To
Stall, Letting His Hand Fall On The Hind Quarters Of The Horses As He
Passed. They Were All In Their Places, Including Flett's Gray, Which
Lashed Out At Him When He Touched It; There Was Nothing To Excite
Suspicion, But When He Reached The End Of The Row He Determined To
Strike A Match And Look For The Lantern. He Was Some Time Feeling For
The Match-Box Under His Furs, And While He Did So He Heard A Soft
Rustling In The Stall Nearest The Door. This Was Curious, For The
Stall, Being A Cold One, Was Unoccupied, And There Was Something
Significantly Stealthy In The Sound; But It Ceased, And While He
Listened With Strained Attention A Horse Moved And Snorted. Then,
While He Fumbled Impatiently At A Button Of His Skin Coat Which Would
Not Come Loose, An Icy Draught Stole Into The Building.
It Was Obvious That The Door Was Open; He Had Left It Shut.
Breaking Off His Search For The Matches, He Made Toward The Entrance
And Sprang Out. There Was Nobody Upon The Moonlit Snow, And The
Shadows Were Hardly Deep Enough To Conceal A Lurking Man. He Ran
Volume 554 Chapter 21 (Grant Comes To The Rescue) Pg 161Toward The End Of The Rather Long Building; But, As It Happened, He Had
To Make A Round To Avoid A Stack Of Wood And A Wagon On The Way. When
He Turned The Corner, The Other Side Of The Stable Was Clear In The
Moonlight And, So Far As He Could
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