"Well, in that case, and all jokes aside, I'd a heap rather have the running uh the Double-Crank than be President and have all the newspapers hollering how 'President Billy Boyle got up at eight this morning and had ham-and-eggs for his breakfast, and then walked around the block with the Queen uh England hanging onto his left arm,' or anything like that But what I can't seem to get percolated through me is why, in God's name, the Double-Crank wants to sell." "That," Mr.Dill remarked, his business instincts uppermost, "it seems to me, need not concern us--seeing that they _will_ sell, and at a price we can handle." "I reckon you're right.

Would yuh mind saying over the details uh the offer again ?" "Mr.Brown"-- Dill cleared his throat--"offered to sell me a full section of land, extending from the line-fence of the home ranch, east--" "Uh-huh--now what the devil's his idea in that ?" Billy cut in earnestly.

"The Double-Crank owns about three or four miles uh bottom land, up the creek west uh the home ranch.

Wonder why he wants to hold that out ?" "I'm sure I do not know," answered Dill.

"He did not mention that to me, but confined himself, naturally, to what he was willing to sell." "Oh it don't matter.