Part 15 (1/2)

Harding laughed good-naturedly as he pocketed the papers.

”I don't know. My belief is that a farmer doesn't lose anything by studying business methods.”

When they reached the street, Harding turned to Devine.

”I've learned something I wanted to know,” he said. ”That fellow has a mortgage on Gerald Mowbray's land. He's playing a deep game.”

”I don't see what he's getting after.”

”Allenwood. It's worth plotting for.”

”I guess he'd find the Colonel a pretty big obstacle. Anyway, it's not our business.”

”No,” Harding replied with a thoughtful air. ”As far as I can see at present, it's not my business.... Now we'll look up the steam-plow man.”

They found the implement dealer disengaged, and spent the afternoon in his store before Harding, who insisted upon several variations in the standard design, finally ordered a steam gang-plow. The agent was struck by the aptness of many of Harding's suggestions about improvements, and he invited the men to his hotel for the evening. When they parted he frankly admitted that he had picked up some useful hints. He also surmised that Harding had learned all that was worth knowing about new machines.

The two men left Winnipeg the next day, and Devine went to report to Hester while Harding stopped at the Grange to see Lance.

The boy greeted him eagerly, and his eyes glistened with relief when Harding handed him the papers.

”I'll square it off, every dollar, as soon as I can,” he said. ”In fact, I feel so much about it that I can't express myself--if you'd been in my place, you would understand. I see he didn't claim all my note called for. How did you beat him down?”

”I knew the man I had to deal with,” Harding smiled. ”What you have to do is to keep clear of debt in future.”

”I've given you my word; but I can't get out of debt to you.” Lance looked at him with frank admiration. ”You beat the fellow at his own game!” he exclaimed.

Harding held out his hand.

”I must go now,” he said; ”I promised to meet Kenwyne and Broadwood.

We'll settle how you're to pay me the next time I come.”

Mrs. Mowbray was waiting for him in the hall below.

”I want to thank you,” she said to him. ”I don't know what you have done to my boy, but he is so very much better.”

Harding met the gaze she quietly fixed on him. He saw that she knew there was some secret between him and her son, but had confidence enough to ask no questions.

”For one thing,” he answered lightly, ”I've given him some good advice, which I think he'll act on.”

”He seems to have a respect for your judgment--and I feel he's not mistaken.”

”That's very kind,” said Harding. ”I hope I shall be able to keep your good opinion; though you may find it shaken by and by.”

Mrs. Mowbray looked at him keenly, and then laid her hand gently on his arm.

”You have helped my boy to get better and, whatever may happen, that goes a long way,” she said.

When Harding left her he felt that in Mrs. Mowbray he would have a staunch ally in his fight for Beatrice.

He returned to the Grange one afternoon about a week later, and found Beatrice alone. Lance, after his long confinement, had gone for his first drive, and his mother had accompanied him to see that he kept the robes properly wrapped about him. The Colonel and Gerald were at a neighbor's.