"Two of your fence fellows began it. I never saw such beasts in my life. They all are."
Glen's eyes glittered.
"Does that include me?" he asked.
"No. I can't say it does, but there's no telling what may happen. You'll break out some day. Flesh and blood can't stand your job," replied Bill.
Here was an opening. Glen was holding himself in leash wonderfully well. All the time he was thinking, "What's she doing? What's he doing?"
He wanted to hurry back. Ping would have to hustle when he made a start.
"You're right," he agreed, "if it wasn't for a nip of your good stuff now and again, Bill, I'd go under."
"I see. So that's what you're here for. Well, I can't gratify you this time. I've run out."
Bill was husbanding his resources; it was his habit. Glen knew there was a tough job before him.
"I must have some of the best, Bill, I'm run down," persisted Glen.