I've got three-hundred-and-twenty acres picked out, up here, and I'm going to file on 'em before these damned nesters get off the train.

Uh course, that won't be more'n a flea bite--but I can make it interesting for my next door neighbors, anyway; and every flea bite helps to keep a dog moving, yuh know." "I'll go along and use my rights," Weary offered suddenly and seriously.
"That'll make one section they won't get, anyway." Pink gave him a startled look across the table.

"You ain't going to grab it, are yuh ?" he demanded disappointedly.
"I sure am--if it's three-hundred-and-twenty acres of land you mean.

If I don't, somebody else will." He sighed humorously.

"Next summer you'll see me hoeing spuds, most likely--if the law says I GOT to." "Haw-haw-haw-w!" laughed Big Medicine suddenly.