The crops raised there are enormous compared with the yield of these fields." "I see," said she.

"But this is much better to look at and the air is different.

It lacks a soggy, depressing quality." "I don't allow any air to surpass that of Medicine Woods," said the Harvester, "by especial arrangement with the powers that be." Then they dipped into a little depression and arose to cross the railroad and then followed a longer valley that was ragged and unkempt compared with the road between cultivated fields.

The Harvester was busy trying to plan what to do first, and how to do it most effectively, and working his brain to think if he had everything the Girl would require for her comfort; so he drove silently through the deepening shadows.

She shuddered and awoke him suddenly.