Anderson hated wire fences.

Presently he got over, and then he divided his time between searching in the wheat and peering after the strange car that was drawing far away.
Lenore saw Jake pick up something and scrutinize it.
"I'll be dog-goned!" he muttered.

Then he approached Anderson.

"What is thet ?" "Jake, you can lambaste me if I ever saw the likes," replied Anderson.
"But it looks bad.

Let's rustle after that car." As Anderson clambered into his seat once more he looked dark and grim.
"Catch that car ahead," he tersely ordered Nash.