"Dilly's sure getting a move on him," he decided, estimating roughly the size of the tract which that fence, when completed, would inclose.

To be sure, it was pure guesswork, for he was merely looking at one corner.

Up the creek he could not see, save a quarter mile or so to the next bend; even that distance he could not see the dotted line--for he was looking upon a level clothed with rank weeds and grass and small brush--but he knew it must be there.

When he turned his horse from the water and went his way, his mind was no longer given up to idle dreaming of love words and a girl.

This fencing business concerned him intimately, and his brain was as alert as his eyes.