They dug into the mess, and sank holes for timbers to support the flume. Now and then a small bowlder or a little dirt came down from above, where the hill rose sheer above the slip. Gus, looking up at it, shook his head.
"Mebbe she come anoder slide an' take dae flume, hey! Mebbe I better put in leetle shot up dere an' fetch him now?
"You might fetch half the hill."
"Yoost vat you say."
"Well, make it a darn small one."
So Gus put in a very small shot which brought down a small patch of dirt and gravel, but did not budge the mass.
"I guess she ban O.K.," he admitted.
It took four days to put in the flume. When water was running once more and the long, silver ribbons of it were trickling down the length of the fields giving fresh life to the grain which, even in that short time was yellowing with the drouth, Angus heaved a sigh of relief.
"Thank the Lord that's done," he observed.
"If we couldn't have put her in we'd have had a hundred years of dry weather," Rennie grumbled. "But now, of course, she'll rain."