Barrington's face was sardonic, and a less resolute man would have winced under the implication as he said: "This is, no doubt, intuition.

I fancy you told us you had no dealings on the markets at Winnipeg." Winston looked steadily at the speaker, and the girl noticed with a curious approval that he smiled.
"Perhaps it is, but I believe events will prove me right.

In any case, what I had the honor of telling you and Miss Barrington was the fact," he said.
Nobody spoke, and the girl was wondering by what means the strain could be relieved, which, though few heard what Barrington said, all seemed to feel, when out of the darkness came a second beat of hoofs, and by and by a man swaying on the driving-seat of a jolting wagon swept into the light from the windows.

Then, there were voices outside, and a breathless lad came in.
"A big grass fire coming right down on Courthorne's farm!" he said.
"It was tolerably close when I got away." In an instant there was commotion, and every man in Silverdale Grange was on his feet.

For the most part, they took life lightly, and looked upon their farming as an attempt to combine the making of dollars with gentlemanly relaxation; but there were no laggards among them when there was perilous work to be done, and they went out to meet the fire joyously.