"I don't know that it wouldn't pay me to hire yours just now." Then Winston turned suddenly, and running down the stairway shook the man awaiting him by the arm.
"The flood's with us now," he said.

"Find Colonel Barrington, and make him cover everything before he's ruined.

Dane, you and I, and a few others, will see the dollars rolling into Silverdale." Dane found Barrington, who listened with a grim smile to what he had to tell him.
"The words are yours, Dane, but that is all," he said.

"Wheat will go down again, and I do not know that I am grateful to Courthorne." Dane dare urge nothing further, and spent the rest of that day wandering up and down the city, in a state of blissful content, with Alfreton and Winston.

One of them had turned his losses into a small profit, and the other two, who had, hoping almost against hope, sown when others had feared to plow, saw that the harvest would repay them beyond their wildest expectations.