Edgar did not venture to speak; any sympathy he could express would have looked like mockery; and for a while there was strained silence.

Then George showed of what tough fiber he was made.
"Well," he said, "it has to be faced.

After this, we'll try another plan; more stock, for one thing." He paused and then resumed: "Tell Grierson to hurry breakfast.

I must drive in to the Butte; there's a good deal to be done." Edgar moved away, feeling relieved.

George, instead of despairing, was considering new measures.