“Calc’late you’re right,” says Silas.
“Men work by the piece or by the d-day?”
“Some of both,” says Silas.
It looked pretty close to hopeless. I didn’t understand exactly what Mark was getting at all the time, but I sensed some of it, and it looked to me like we was grabbing holt of about as big a muddle as anybody ever saw.
“Could we start up this mill to-morrow?” Mark asked.
“Calc’late we could—if we could git the help and if nothin’ else didn’t prevent.”
“Have you got l-logs?”
Silas pointed out of the window to the log-yard, and anybody could see he did have logs, quite a consid’able stack of them.
“Paid for?” says Mark.
“Mostly,” says Silas.