He sat very straight in his saddle, immaculate in dress, with a gloved hand on his hip, and a stamp which he had inherited, with the thinly-covered pride that usually accompanies it from generations of a similar type, on his clean-cut face.

It was evidently needless to look for any sympathy with that view from him.
"My dear," he said, "there are things at which the others can beat us; but, after all, I do not think they are worth the most, and while Lance has occasionally exhibited a few undesirable characteristics, no doubt acquired in this country, and has not been always blameless, the fact that he is a Courthorne at once covers and accounts for a good deal." Then Winston recognized them, and made a sign to one of the men behind him as he hauled his binder clear of the wheat.

He had dismounted in another minute, and came towards them, with the jacket he had not wholly succeeded in struggling into, loose about his shoulders.
"It is almost time I gave my team a rest," he said, "Will you come with me to the house ?" "No," said Colonel Barrington.

"We only stopped in passing.

The crop will harvest well." "Yes," said Winston, turning with a little smile to Miss Barrington.
"Better than I expected, and prices are still moving up.