"Are you sure of this?"
"Dead sure. I've been making observations with self-registering thermometers. That's the result." Elijah pointed to the sheet.
"A frostless belt!" Winston snatched the sheet from his drawing-board and bent over the map, one finger on the sheet, the other eagerly tracing lines on the surface of the map. "That's the greatest thing yet! There is a big fortune for all of us in that alone."
Elijah half closed his eyes, his teeth bared with a smile suggestive of malice.
"May I offer you some of your advice to me?"
"Certainly, and I'll take it too, when I need it. But say, Elijah, what in the name of the immortals do you want to leave this out for? It's the most telling thing we've got."
Elijah's eyes narrowed closely.
"I haven't got control of the whole belt yet. That's one thing. Another is, that when orange lands get under way, there's going to be a demand that the frostless belt isn't going to supply."
Winston's face set.
"You don't mean that you are going to sell lands for orange ranches that you know won't grow oranges?"