Ranching for Sylvia by Harold Bindloss
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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. "Tell the man I'll keep the team, if he'll knock off twenty dollars, and he can have his check when he likes. Then bring out the flour and groceries." |
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