"You look at that fence and then talk to me about what sort."
"What's the matter with the fence?"
"What's the matter with it! There ain't more'n a rod of it left, that's what."
Bannon's scowl relaxed.
"Oh," he said, "I see. You're the section boss, ain't you?"
"Yes."
"That's all right then. Come over here and I'll show you how we've got things fixed."
He walked across the track, followed by the section boss and Pete, and pointed out the displaced sections of the fence, each of which had been carefully placed at one side.
"We'll have it all up all right before morning," he said.
The man was running his fingers up under his cap.