Dill came in and saved Billy from fleeing the place before his hunger slept, and Billy felt justified in breathing easily and in looking elsewhere than at his plate.
"I see you've been getting busy with the barbwire," he remarked, when he rose from the table and led the way out to the porch.
"Why, no.

I haven't done any fencing at all, William," Dill disclaimed.
"Yuh haven't?
Who's been fencing up all Montana south uh the creek, then ?" Billy turned, a cigarette paper fluttering in his fingers, and eyed Dill intently.
"I believe Mr.Brown is having some fencing done.

Mr.Walland stopped here to-day and said they were going to turn in a few head of cattle as soon as the field was finished." "The dickens they are!" Billy turned away and sought a patch of shade where he might sit on the edge of the porch and dig his heels into the soft dirt.

He dug industriously while he turned the matter over in his mind, then looked up a bit anxiously at Dill.
"Say, Dilly, yuh fixed up that leasing business, didn't yuh ?" he inquired.

"How much did yuh get hold of ?" Dill, towering to the very eaves of the porch, gazed down solemnly upon the other.