For all that, Festing resolved that he would not be rash.

His pay was good in the meantime, and he would wait.
By and by a cluster of buildings rose out of the grass.

A light or two twinkled; a frame house, a sod stable, and straw-covered wheat bins that looked like huge beehives grew into shape.

The homestead was good, as homesteads in the back townships went, but Festing knew the land was badly worked.

Charnock had begun well, with money in the bank, but luck had been against him and he had got slack.