Better get your letter written." Grierson's look was very expressive as he turned away with a word of thanks; and Edgar smiled at George.
"You have bought that fellow--for an advance of four pounds," he said.
George showed a little embarrassment.
"I was thinking of the woman," he explained.
Then he pointed to the prairie.
"There's a rig coming.

It looks like visitors." Soon afterward, Grant, whom they had met on the train, drew up his team and helped his daughter down.
"We were passing and thought we'd look in," he said.

"Found out yesterday that you were located here." George called Grierson to take the team, and leading the new arrivals to the house, which was still in disorder, he found them seats in the kitchen.

It was rather roughly and inadequately furnished, and Edgar had decided that Sylvia had spent little of her time there.

After they had talked for a while, a man, dressed in blue duck trousers, a saffron-colored shirt, and an old slouch hat, which he did not remove, walked in, carrying a riding quirt.