He revolved in mind the need for him to be cool and decisive when facing the circumstances that were sure to arise.
At Glencoe, which was reached so speedily that Kurt could scarcely credit his eyes, the official said; "You'll hear from me.

Good-by and good luck!" Kurt hired a young man he knew to drive him over to Wheatly.

All the way Kurt brooded about his father's strange action.

The old man had left home before the rain-storm.

How did he know he could guarantee so many bushels of wheat as the selling-price indicated?
Kurt divined that his father had acted upon one of his strange weather prophecies.