"We want to graze our claims, instead of trying to crop the land.

We haven't any fence up, so we'll have to range-herd our stock, of course.

I--don't hardly think any nester stock will get by us, J.G.And seeing our land runs straight through from Meeker's line fence to yours, we kinda think we've got the nesters pretty well corralled.

They're welcome to the range between Antelope coulee and Dry Lake, far as we're concerned.

Soon as we can afford it," he added tranquilly, "we'll stretch a fence along our west line that'll hold all the darn milkcows they've a mind to ship out here." "Huh!" The Old Man studied them quizzically, his chin on his chest.
"How many yuh want ?" he asked abruptly.
"All you'll sell us.