Let the thermometer make a low drop, and we won't be able to stick a plow-point into it anywhere." "There's no moisture to speak of in the soil of the mesa." "Enough to freeze the dirt, just the same," said Pat.
"We can leave the dam out of consideration." "Yes; no trouble about finishing that.

And your concrete work, Lee, won't lose you any sleep.

A carload of cement from here, gravel from the river, and a dozen Kennard carpenters to knock together gate and drop frames--no trick to crack that nut.

Frost, lad, frost! It's the thing to set us groaning." Bryant sat down and put his hand on the speaker's knee.
"Pat, if we go into this thing and put it through, there will be a good fat bonus for you." "Maybe there will be and maybe there won't.

Maybe you'll have some money left when we're done and maybe you'll not have a red cent.