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They went on, and Agatha, turning from the window, sat down limply with the blood in her face and her heart beating fast. Wyllard's last care, it seemed, had been to provide for her, and that fact brought her a curious sense of solace.
"I'm only entitled to handle Wyllard's money on his account," he objected. Edmonds appeared to reflect. "So far as I can remember there was nothing of that kind stated in the draft of the arrangement. It empowered you to do anything you thought fit with the money, but it's altogether your own affair.
"Well," she commented, "I would like to think you were right about Harry; it would be a relief to me." Hawtrey presently drove away, and soon after he left the homestead Agatha approached Mrs. Hastings. "There's something I must ask you," she said. "Has Gregory consented to take charge of Wyllard's farm?" "He has," answered Mrs. Hastings in her dryest tone. There was a flash in Agatha's eyes.
"It is," said the scientist, "a tale that in these days one finds some little difficulty in believing. Still, it must be admitted that I am acquainted with one fact which appears to substantiate it." As he saw the blood rise to Wyllard's forehead he broke off with a laugh. "My friend," he added, "is it permitted to offer you my felicitations?
"Then why didn't you keep him?" There was a certain grimness in Wyllard's laugh. "Martial was a little muleish, and I'm afraid I'm troubled with a shortness of temper now and then. We had a difference of opinion as to the best way to drive the mower into the sloo, and he didn't seem to recognise that he should have deferred to me.
"That," she said, "is a subject I'm not well posted on, but it seems to me that if other folks only adopted Harry Wyllard's simple plan, there would be considerably less need for organised charity." During the next two days the Scarrowmania shouldered her way westwards through the big, white-topped combers that rolled down upon her under a lowering sky before a moderate gale.
Hawtrey was clearly startled, but in a moment or two he smiled. "Of course," he said, "she wouldn't. As a matter of fact, our engagement isn't broken off. It's merely extended." They looked at each other in silence for a moment or two, and there was a curious hardness in Wyllard's eyes. Then Hawtrey spoke again.
"I thought you might save Gregory, if I told you." "That was all?" and Sally looked at her with incredulous eyes. "No," said Agatha simply, "that was only part. It did not seem right that Gregory should go against Wyllard's wishes, and gamble the Range away on the wheat market." She admitted it without hesitation, for she realised now exactly what had animated her to seek this painful interview.
"You have been running to the eastwards since I was struck down?" he said. Dampier nodded. "Three days," he said. "Just now the breeze is on her quarter." He winced under Wyllard's gaze, and spread his hands out deprecatingly. "Now," he added, "what else was there I could do?
"The trouble is that I've nothing to put in." "Then you're not empowered to lay out Wyllard's money. If that was the case it shouldn't be difficult to pile up a bigger margin than you're likely to do by farming." Hawtrey started, for the idea had already crept into his mind. "In a way, I am, but I'm not sure that I'm warranted in operating on the market with it."
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