Maybe, if God grants it, I'll be able to pay for it in ready money, but in any case, with the help of the Almighty, by a conveyance to my account with the dealer if things are bad.” Bjartur was trying to tread with all possible care the middle course it was no use. The Reverend Gudmundur refused to be hoodwinked into agreement with anyone. “Conveyance!” he repeated crossly. “I will have no conveyance between God and the Devil. You can go to the steward and haggle it out with him.” “Yes, but I’d rather not talk to underlings before the matter is settled with you.”