Got any thing to write on ?" Fred found part of an order pad and a pencil, and crept shivering into his bed.

The offer to pay in advance had silenced his grumbling, as Irish expected it would.

So Irish gave the order--thirteen hundred cedar posts, I remember--I don't know just how much wire, but all he would need.
"Holy Macintosh! Is this for YOU ?" Fred wanted to know as he wrote it down.
"Some of it.

We're fencing our claims.

If I don't come after the stuff myself, let any of the boys have it that shows up.