They heard nothing but predictions of higher prices everywhere, and the busy city seemed to throb with exultation.

The turn had come, and there was hope for the vast wheat lands it throve upon.
Graham had much to tell them when they sat down to the somewhat elaborate meal Winston termed supper that night, and he nodded approvingly when Dane held out his glass of champagne and touched his comrade's.
"I'm not fond of speeches, Courthorne, and I fancy our tastes are the same," he said.

"Still, I can't let this great night pass without greeting you as the man who has saved not a few of us at Silverdale.
We were in a very tight place before you came, and we are with you when you want us from this time, soul and body, and all our possessions." Alfreton's eyes glistened, and his hand shook a little as he touched the rim of Winston's goblet.
"There are folks in the old country who will bless you when they know," he said.

"You'll forget it, though I can't, that I was once against you." Winston nodded to them gravely, and, when the glasses were empty, shook hands with the three.
"We have put up a good fight, and I think we shall win, but, while you will understand me better by and by, what you have offered me almost hurts," he said.
"What we have given is yours.

We don't take it back," said Dane.
Winston smiled, though there was a wistfulness in his eyes as he saw the faint bewilderment in his companions' faces.
"Well," he said slowly, "you can do a little for me now.