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Rh “It is perfectly natural that my friend should ask me not to give his name,” Jarreth  insisted. “And as for the money, what do you care where it comes from, just so you make  something? What do you want with all those acres your father left you, when you only can  dig up one corner of it to plant a few miserable poppies in?”

“What does your friend want of it?” retorted the Captain; “and by the way, how does it happen you have such a friend? How long have you known him?”

“Why—why, not long,” admitted Jarreth, “but he’s all right, I know that, and able to  buy the whole of Appledore Island twice over. Well, I suppose you are standing out for a bigger price and I will just have to tell him so.”

“I’m standing out for nothing of the sort, you everlasting lunkhead,” roared the old  man, completely exasperated, “and I’ll waste  no more time talking to you.”

“I’ll just step up to the house and rest a little there in the shade,” Jarreth said. “I have a long walk home, so I might as well give you  time first to think this well over. You will see reason in the end.”

The Captain made no reply, but deliberately