They were constantly together and Magnus kept no secrets from his favourite son.
"Well, boy." "Well, Governor." "I am very pleased you came yourself, Harran.

I feared that you might be too busy and send Phelps.

It was thoughtful." Harran was about to reply, but at that moment Magnus caught sight of the three flat cars loaded with bright-painted farming machines which still remained on the siding above the station.

He laid his hands on the reins and Harran checked the team.
"Harran," observed Magnus, fixing the machinery with a judicial frown, "Harran, those look singularly like our ploughs.

Drive over, boy." The train had by this time gone on its way and Harran brought the team up to the siding.
"Ah, I was right," said the Governor.