Jim came into the hut and greeted Bill.
"I never expected to see you here," exclaimed the latter.
"He came to consult me. We're going to throw it up," Glen told him.
"Throw what up?"
"The fence. We've done with it; we're sick of the whole thing. It's too much for flesh and blood to stand."
Bill stared.
"Going!" he cried. "Why you're the best man on the job."
"Am I?" answered Glen. "I'm glad to hear someone has a good opinion of me."
"I always had," pursued Bill. "I'm not surprised. I've often wondered why you came. I remember the first time I saw you in Boonara. I thought you'd dropped from the clouds. Have you sent in your resignation?"
"No. What does it matter. Let 'em find out. You can drop a line to the overseer when we're gone."