She had heard those sounds often before, and attached no significance to them, but now she knew a little of the stress and effort that preceded them, she could hear through the turmoil the exultant note of victory.
Then the wagon rolled more slowly up the rise, and had passed from view behind it, when a mounted man rode up to Winston with an envelope in his hand.
"Mr.Macdonald was in at the settlement and the telegraph clerk gave it him," he said.

"He told me to come along with it." Winston opened the message, and his face grew grim as he read, "Send me five hundred dollars.

Urgent." Then he thrust it into his pocket, and went on with his harvesting when he had thanked the man.

He also worked until dusk was creeping up across the prairie before he concerned himself further about the affair, and then the note he wrote was laconic.
"Enclosed you will find fifty dollars, sent only because you may be ill.

In case of necessity you can forward your doctor's or hotel bills," it ran.
It was with a wry smile he watched a man ride off towards the settlement with it.