"Every bag," said Edgar, watching him.
George's face reddened. He was stirred by mixed emotions: relief, gratitude, and a feeling of confusion he could not analyze.
"Grant must have sent the whole carload!" he broke out.
"As a matter of fact, he sent most of it. Grierson and I hauled it in; and a tough job we had of it."
"And you took it all, without protesting or sending me word?"
"Yes," said Edgar coolly; "that's precisely what I did. You need the stuff; Grant meant you to have it, and I didn't want to offend him."
"I suppose you have some idea what that seed is worth?"
"I dare say I could guess. Our people at home once experimented with some American seed potatoes at three shillings each. But aren't you putting the matter on a rather low plane?"
George sat down and felt for his pipe.
"I feel that you have played a trick on me. If you had only let me know, I could have objected."