"We're taking them right along to Regina," he explained. "I'm sorry I couldn't see Mr. Lansing, but I'll ride over as soon as I'm sent back. If he's likely to be away, he'd better send word to the station."
"I don't expect he'll leave the farm during the next few weeks," said
Edgar.
Then one of the constables looked in.
"Conductor says he can't hold up the train."
"I'll be off," said Edgar, with a smile at Flett. "This should mean promotion; it's a fine piece of work."
He jumped down as the train pulled out and hurried back to the store where Miss Taunton was eagerly awaiting news. Soon afterward he left; and as he rode up to the homestead day was breaking, but he found George already at work in the stable.
"It's lucky we don't need your horse. If you're going to keep up this kind of thing, you had better buy an automobile," he remarked.
Edgar laughed.
"I don't feel remarkably fresh, but I'll hold out until to-night. There's the fallowing to be got on with; I suppose nothing must interfere with that. But aren't you up a little earlier than usual?"
"I want to haul in the posts for the new fence. Grierson has his hands full, and now that there are four of us, Jake spends so much time in cooking."