Got plenty of confidence in the bulls ?" Winston smiled.

"I fancy I know how Western wheat was sown this year better than any statistician of the ring, and it's not the bulls I'm counting on, but those millions of hungry folks in the old country.
It's not New York or Chicago, but Liverpool the spark is coming from." "Well," said Graham, "that's my notion, too, but I've no time for anybody who hasn't grist for me just now.

Still, I'd be glad to come round and take you home to supper if you haven't the prejudice, which is not unknown at Silverdale, against eating with a man who makes his dollars on the market and didn't get them given him." Winston laughed, and held up a lean brown hand.

"All I ever had until less than a year ago, I earned with that.

I'll be ready for you." He went out with Alfreton, and noticed that the lad ate little at lunch.