"He has raised no crop to speak of for two years.

The land has had a good rest." "Ah, yes, that sounds well," Annixter contradicted, unwilling to be convinced.

"In a way, the land's been rested, and then, again, in a way, it hasn't." But Presley, scenting an argument, refrained from answering, and bethought himself of moving on.
"I'm going to leave my wheel here for a while, Buck," he said, "if you don't mind.

I'm going up to the spring, and the road is rough between here and there." "Stop in for dinner on your way back," said Annixter.

"There'll be a venison steak.