the fresh breeze, swept by in streams. George wore motor-goggles to
protect his eyes, but his face and hands felt scorched and sore.
Farther back, Edgar plodded behind a lighter team, making very poor
progress.

Presently George looked up and saw Flora Grant riding toward him. She
sat astride, but her skirt fell in becoming lines, and he thought the
gray blouse and wide Stetson hat, with a red band round it, most
effective. She reined up her horse near the plow, and George got down.

"I was passing--going on to Forsyth's place--and my father asked me to
call," she said. "You were talking about buying cattle, and a man at
Dunblane has some good Herefords to sell. Father thinks they would
suit you."

"His recommendation carries weight," said George.

"I'll go and see them. I must thank you for bringing me word."

"I've another message. It's this--when you're buying stock, be
cautious how you bid."

"As I'm not well up in local prices, I wish Mr. Grant had been a little
plainer."

"He went farther than I expected. You see, as a friend of the seller,
he's awkwardly fixed."

"Just so," said George. "But, if you're not in the same position, you
might give me a hint. How much is the value of Canadian cattle usually