For he had not meant that Dilly should fence any land just yet.
Farther up the creek he crossed, meaning to take another short cut and so avoid a long detour; also, he wanted to see just where and how far the fence went.

Yes, the post holes were there, only here they held posts leaning loosely this way and that like drunken men.

A half mile farther the wire was already strung, but not a man did he see whom he might question--and when he glanced and saw that the sun was almost straight over his head and that Barney's shadow scurried along nearly beneath his stirrup, he knew that they would be stopping for dinner.

He climbed a hill and came plump upon a fence, wire-strung, wire-stayed, aggressively barring his way.
"Dilly's about the most thorough-minded man I ever met up with," he mused, half annoyed, stopping a moment to survey critically the barrier.

"Yuh never find a job uh hisn left with any loose ends a-dangling.