It was through a neighboring gap in the fence that Marston's team had brought their lifeless master home; and Edgar had seen enough to realize that the man must have grown slack and nerveless before he had succumbed.
The farm had broken down Marston's strength and courage, and now another man, less gifted in many ways, had taken it in charge.

Edgar wondered how he would succeed; but in spite of a few misgivings he had confidence in George.
After a while the latter, who had been examining Marston's farming books, came out, looking grave; he had worn a serious air since their arrival.
"There'll have to be a change," he said.

"Dick's accounts have given me something to think about.

I believe I'm beginning to understand now how his money went." "I suppose you haven't got the new program cut and dried yet ?" Edgar suggested.
George was seldom precipitate.
"No," he answered.

"I've a few ideas in my mind." "Won't you have some trouble about finances, if the alterations are extensive ?" "I'll have to draw on my private account, unless Herbert will assist." "Herbert won't do anything of the kind," said Edgar decidedly.
George, making no answer, called Grierson from the stable.
"You'll drive in to the settlement after breakfast to-morrow, Tom," he said.