"But he is driving us off!" Rob exclaimed. "He talks about keeping it free, and he's taking every spear of grass on it. Isn't he?"
"I get enough," Biane said gently, with a shrug and a smile. "What more I need? If it is hay that you want, I sell you some."
"You? Why, how's that? You'll need all you bought for your own stock, won't you?"
"I spare you some. How much you need?"
"Well, after we've sold our beef this fall, we'll have about seventy head to winter."
"I could let you have feefty ton."
"That's fine. At how much?"
"Oh, twenty-five dollare. Yes."
Rob laughed ironically. "Only twenty-five a ton? How can you let it go so cheap?"