The momentary doubt passed. "I wouldn't make too sure of that, then," he told her. The fact that Wastralls had not so much flat land as would make a football field was reassuring. No wheel-chair, whatever the power of its directing will, could climb up and down those fields.
"I'm hopin'," said Sabina obstinately, "to teel Wastralls as I 'av before."
"We must see 'ow you do frame."
"Bain't a matter of gettin' about," she continued, guessing his thoughts. "I know Wastralls like the palm of my hand, every 'itch and stitch of it, and the 'inds'll carry out my orders. I can trust old George Biddick to see as the others do their work. I've planned it all."
"And me?" asked Leadville grimly.
"My dear feller, you don't like farmin', you wouldn't make no 'and at it, you an' your old rigmaroles."
"I c'd teel Wastralls so as it brought in double what you get now."
She shook her head. "You bain't goin' to try."
It was as well for her peace of mind that eyes cannot speak. That this mutilated trunk of a woman should still be in a position to withstand him! His great chest heaved with bitter emotion, but he did not answer.
"Come," said Sabina peaceably. "Tell me how things is going."