"By the way," he added, "I see your barn is about done." "You bet," answered Annixter.

"In about a fortnight now she'll be all ready." "It's a big barn," murmured Presley, glancing around the angle of the house toward where the great structure stood.
"Guess we'll have to have a dance there before we move the stock in," observed Annixter.

"That's the custom all around here." Presley took himself off, but at the gate Annixter called after him, his mouth full of prunes, "Say, take a look at that herd of sheep as you go up.

They are right off here to the east of the road, about half a mile from here.

I guess that's the biggest lot of sheep YOU ever saw.