“It would be suicide if you did,” said the young lumberman. “You could not get ashore.”
“Oh, I don’t know. I’ll chance it.”
Sullivan heard the words, and laughed scornfully.
“Better let him try it, Mr. Forest,” he sneered. “There’s no danger that he’ll disturb anything, and he’ll never git hurt unless the jam starts of its own accord. He kin show what he knows in short order by goin’ out there.”
Frank did not permit himself to be ruffled in the least, but cheerfully retorted:
“I might show what you didn’t know. So, for your sake, it is possible I hadn’t better try it.”
“Rot!” growled the big foreman. “That’s a good way ter squeal. You’d make a holy show of yerself!”
“I’ll wager something that I can break that jam,” said Frank.
“I’ll go you my pay fer ther drive ag’in a dollar that ye can’t,” exclaimed Sullivan.