And get it here as quick as you can--what you ain't got on hand--" Fred was scratching his jaw meditatively with the pencil, and staring at the order.

"I can just about fill that order outa stock on hand," he told Irish.

"When all this land rush started I laid in a big supply of posts and wire.

First thing they'd want, after they got their shacks up.
How you making it, out there ?" "Fine," said Irish cheerfully, feeling his broken knuckles.

"How much is all that going to cost?
You oughta make us a rate on it, seeing it's a cash sale, and big." "I will." Fred tore out a sheet and did some mysterious figuring, afterwards crumpling the paper into a little wad and hipping it behind the bed.