"Yes, but I dug this one to carry off other water than that."
"What water?"
"That which was already in the ground that the house is built on. You see this soil is largely composed of sand, and water runs out of it very rapidly if it has anywhere to run to. I made the ditch for it to run into, and if you'll examine the ground here you'll find that my trench is doing its work very well indeed."
"That's a fac'," said Sid Russell, feeling of the sand.
"I say Sam," said Billy Bowlegs, squaring himself before Sam, with arms akimbo.
"Well, say it then," replied Sam, laughing, and assuming a similar attitude.
"If there is any little thing, about any sort o' thing, that you don't happen to know, I wish you'd just oblige me by telling me what it is."
"I haven't time, Billy," laughed Sam, "the list of things I don't know is too long to begin this late in the evening."
"Well, you've made me feel like an idiot every day since we started on this tramp, by knowing all about things, and doing little things that any fool ought to have thought of, and not one of us fools did."
"Come, supper is ready," replied Sam.