They often see me up in the woods an' ask me to help them track a hoss or help kill some fresh meat." "They're workin' for Beasley now." "Is that so ?" rejoined Dale, with a sudden start.

"An' what doin' ?" "Beasley is gettin' so rich he's buildin' a fence, an' didn't have enough help, so I hear." "Beasley gettin' rich!" repeated Dale, thoughtfully.

"More sheep an' horses an' cattle than ever, I reckon ?" "Laws-a'-me! Why, Milt, Beasley 'ain't any idea what he owns.

Yes, he's the biggest man in these parts, since poor old Al's took to failin'.

I reckon Al's health ain't none improved by Beasley's success.