Diamond was as eager as anybody to see a jam. He felt that the sight of a breaking jam would fully repay him for the trip down the river on the raft.
Hodge said nothing, but strode along with the others.
It was a hard tramp down the river, but they reached the jam before the men had been able to break it. In fact, it was afterward reported that Sullivan had acted exactly as if he had no desire to break it, but was anxious to have the logs pile up in as nasty a manner as possible.
There was a big mountain of logs on the eastern shore, and when Forest saw it he was angry, for more logs were coming down and blocking upon the others.
Between the end of the jam and the western bank the water poured with express speed.
“Why don’t you have the men keep those other logs from jamming in there, Sullivan?” demanded Forest. “They might be sent through the opening over yonder.”
“Where be ther men ter send them through?” growled the boss.
“You have plenty of men here, if you will place them right.”
“Mebby you know more about this than I do.”