You'll see prices knocked back a little the next day or two, and then you will cover your sales to the last bushel." "But are you sure ?" asked the lad, a trifle hoarsely.

"You see, if you're mistaken, it will mean ruin to me." Winston laid his hand on his shoulder.

"If I am wrong, I'll make your losses good." Nothing more was said on that subject, but Alfreton's face grew anxious once more as they went up and down the city.

Everybody was talking wheat, which was not astonishing, for that city, and the two great provinces to the west of it, lived by the trade in grain, and before the afternoon had passed they learned that there had been a persistent advance.

The lad's uneasiness showed itself, but when they went back to the hotel about the supper hour Winston smiled at him.
"You're feeling sick ?" he said.