"Then will you tell us who you are ?" "A struggling prairie farmer," said Winston quietly.

"The son of an English country doctor who died in penury, and one who from your point of view could never have been entitled to more than courteous toleration from any of you." He stopped, but, for the astonishment was passing, there was negation in the murmurs which followed, while somebody said, "Go on!" Dane stood up.

"I fancy our comrade is mistaken," he said.

"Whatever he may have been, we recognize our debt to him.

Still, I think he owes us a more complete explanation." Then Maud Barrington, sitting where all could see her, signed imperiously to Alfreton, who was on his feet next moment, with Macdonald and more of the men following him.
"I," he said, with a little ring in his voice and a flush in his young face, "owe him everything, and I'm not the only one.