Still, you had them--because you signed for them." Winston looked up suddenly, and in another moment smiled, but he was a trifle too late, for Payne had seen his astonishment, and that he was now on guard.
"Well," he said, "I haven't got them now.

Send me a duplicate.

You have, no doubt, some extra forms at the outpost." Payne decided that the man had never had the documents, but was too clever to ask any questions or offer explanations that might involve him.

It was evident he knew that somebody had personated him, and the fact sent a little thrill through the corporal; he was at least on the trail.
"I'll bring you one round the next time I'm in the neighborhood," he said, and Winston sat still with the spanner lying idle in his hand when he rode away.
He realized that Courthorne had taken the papers, and his face grew anxious as well as grim.

The harvest was almost ready now, and a little while would see it in.