He had two twenties left in his hand when he stopped.

He was very methodical that night.

He took a receipt for the money before he left and he looked at it with glistening eyes before he folded it with the money.

"Don't sell any posts and wire till our order's filled, Fred," he warned.

"We'll begin hauling right away, and we'll want it all." He let himself out into the cool starlight, walked in the shadows to where he had left his horse, mounted and rode whistling away down the lane which ended where the hills began..