"There are times when you tax our patience, Lance," he said.

"Still, there is nothing to be gained by questioning your assertion.

What I fail to see, is where your reward for all this will come from, because I am still convinced that the soil will, so to speak, give you back eighty cents for every dollar you put into it.

I would, however, like to look at those implements.
I have never seen better ones." He dismounted and helped his companion down, for Winston made no answer.

The farmer was never sure what actuated him, but, save in an occasional fit of irony, he had not attempted by any reference to make his past fall into line with Courthorne's since he had first been accepted as the latter at Silverdale.