Otherwise you'll have red rebellion on your hands!" As Ambrose made for the door he met Gordon Strange coming in.
"Wait!" Colina commanded.

"I want you to hear this." It was impossible to tell from her set face what she meant to do, Ambrose waited, hoping against hope.
"You want to know about the wheat ?" said Colina.
"First, your father," said Strange, anxious and compassionate.
"He is not dangerously ill," said Colina.
"Ah!" said Strange.

"Yes, the farmers are waiting." Colina said clearly: "The price is to be one-fifty per bushel." "That's what I thought," said Strange.

"I will tell them." He went.
"Ah, Colina!" cried Ambrose brokenly.
She left the room slowly, as if he had not been there.
Ambrose could not have told how he got out of the house..