He looked up at the sound of horse’s hoofs, and there could be no doubt about the unfriendliness of his expression when he recognized his visitor. He dropped back again into his lounging attitude at once, and his action was itself one of studied discourtesy.
Seth did not appear to notice anything. He surveyed the clearing with a certain appreciation. The vast timbers he beheld seemed of much more consequence to him than the man who lived by their destruction. However, he rode straight over to the fire and dismounted. 201
“Howdy?” he said, while he loosened the cinches of his saddle.
“What’s brought you around?” asked Nevil, ungraciously enough.
Seth turned toward the trees about him.
“Pretty tidy patch,” he observed. “We’re wantin’ big timbers up at the farm. Mebbe you’d notion a contrac’?”
Nevil had noted the loosening of the cinches. He laughed shortly.
“I’m not taking contracts, thanks. But I’ll sell you wood which I cut at my pleasure.”
“Cord-wood?” Seth shook his head. “Guess we want timbers. Kind o’ buildin’ a corral around the farm.”
“Making a fort of it?”