"That's our estimate and the amount of our bond issue."
"You believe you will have no difficulty in disposing of this land at $50 an acre?"
"Dispose of it? They'll fight for it! Why," declared Mr. Symes, striking at the air with a gesture of conviction, "the whole country is land hungry."
"It's a liberal return upon the investment," murmured Prescott.
"It's a big thing! And think of the Russian Jews."
"Pardon me?"
"Colonization, you know, hundreds of Russian Jews out there raising sugar-beets for the sugar-beet factory, happy as larks."
"To be sure—I had forgotten." Mr. Prescott reached for a prospectus upon the table at his elbow and looked at the picture of a factory with smoke pouring from myriad chimneys and covering nothing short of an acre.
"The soil is deep then—strong enough to stand sugar-beets?"
"Rotation of crops—scientific farming," explained Symes, "gives it a chance to recover."