This was the real man, Ambrose thought.
"Maybe so.

You got trouble with Gaviller.

That is not my trouble.
All I want is flour." "You shall have it!" cried Ambrose boldly.

"Enough to-morrow morning to feed every family.

Enough in three days to fill your order." Watusk appeared to be a little taken aback, by the prompt granting of his demand.