The two friends stood a moment under the portico, their coat collars turned up, watching the scurrying in the street.

“Well,” said Cressler, at last, “I see we got dollar wheat this morning.”

“Yes,” answered Jadwin, nodding, “dollar wheat.”

“I suppose,” went on Cressler, “I suppose you are sorry, now that you’re not in it any more.”

“Oh, no,” replied Jadwin, nibbling off the end of a cigar. “No, I’m⁠—I’m just as well out of it.”

“And it’s for good and all this time, eh?”

“For good and all.”