So, generously fed, splendid human muscle kept pace with clinking steel under a stress that is seldom borne outside the sun-bleached prairie at harvest time, and Winston forgot everything save the constant need for the utmost effort of body and brain.

It was even of little import to him that prices moved steadily upward as he toiled.
At last it was finished, and only knee-high stubble covered his land and that of Maud Barrington, while, for he was one who could venture fearlessly and still know when he had risked enough, soon after it was thrashed out the wheat was sold.

The harvesters went home with enough to maintain them through the winter, and Winston, who spent two days counting his gain, wrote asking Graham to send him an accountant from Winnipeg.

With him he spent a couple more days, and then, with an effort he was never to forget, prepared himself for the reckoning.

It was time to fling off the mask before the eyes of all who had trusted him.
He had thought it over carefully, and his first decision had been to make the revelation to Colonel Barrington alone.