Still, while it has always been a tradition at Silverdale that the head of the settlement's lead is to be followed, that need not prevent you putting on the gloves with the wheat-ring blacklegs in Winnipeg." Dane blushed a little under his tan, and then smiled as he remembered the one speculative venture his leader had indulged in, for Colonel Barrington was a somewhat hot-tempered and vindictive man.

He made a little gesture of deprecation as he glanced at Graham, who straightened himself suddenly in his chair.
"I should not think of doing so in face of your opinion, sir," he said.
"There is an end to the thing, Graham!" The broker's face was a trifle grim.

"I gave you good advice out of friendship, Colonel, and there are men with dollars to spare who would value a hint from me," he said.

"Still, as it doesn't seem to strike you the right way, I've no use for arguing.

Keep your wheat--and pay bank interest if you want any help to carry over." "Thanks," said Dane quietly.