Of course, he _wants_ to cut and move the trees as soon as he can, so as to get his money back.' 'That's his affair,' said the Squire obstinately.

'I want to get my woods in a decent state again, so that I mayn't be for ever reminded that I sold them--betrayed them--for filthy lucre.' 'No!' said Elizabeth firmly, her colour rising, 'for the Army!' The Squire shrugged his shoulders.
'So they say.

Meanwhile the timber-man makes an unholy profit.' There was silence for a moment, then Elizabeth said, 'Do you really mean to stick to that condition ?' 'I should be glad if Dell would see to it.' 'Then'-- said Elizabeth slowly--'the contract will drop.

I understand they cannot possibly pledge themselves to removal within the time named.' 'Well, there are other timber-merchants.' 'The difficulty of labour is the same for everybody.

And Captain Dell thinks no one else would give the price--certainly not the Government.