It seemed in some curious fashion portentous, and when there was a rattle and jingle outside other eyes than Winston's were turned towards the door.

It swung open presently and Dane came in.

There was quiet elation and some diffidence in his bronzed face as he turned to Colonel Barrington.
"I could not get away earlier from the settlement, sir, but I have great news," he said.

"They have awoke to the fact that stocks are getting low in the old country.

Wheat moved up at Winnipeg, and there was almost a rush to buy yesterday." There was a sudden silence, for among those present were men who remembered the acres of good soil they had not plowed, but a little grim smile crept into their leader's face.
"It is," he said quietly, "too late for most of us.