“‘Wish it,––sure I wish it, Phil.’
“‘Right-o.’
“‘And whatever happens between you and me, in five years’ time we’ll pool everything we have, as we promised, and make a fair divide?’
“‘Yes, yes!––all right! For heaven’s sake get away quickly. You’re wasting precious time, and time with you is everything. One can never tell.’
“‘When will you come up to the Okanagan?’ he asked next.
“‘Just as soon as this blows over and I get squared away. Maybe in three weeks’ time––not later than a month.’
“We shook hands and I watched him as he hurried away across the fields.”
Phil stopped and looked into space.
“Go on, go on, man,” exclaimed Jim, his face tense.