Alan Russell, Crestwood's part-time bookkeeper, broke from the crowd and came to Ted's side.
At seven o'clock tomorrow morning I want you to go to Crestwood and see Thornton; he'll be out of bed.
Then, once more, he was the master of Crestwood and as such he had no association with ordinary residents of the Mahela.
He spoke of his work at Crestwood, and of his great dream to have a similar place, one day.
Coming opposite Crestwood, he saw Nels Anderson, his former partner, working with a pick and shovel beside the driveway.
