"Hurrah! it's down!" cried Dale enthusiastically. "And it came just where he wanted it, too."
"Hurrah! it's down," cried Dale.
The head feller wiped the perspiration from his forehead with his brawny and hairy forearm, and smiled at the youth. "Putty big crash, wasn't it?" he said, and smiled to show he appreciated Dale's compliment.
"I wouldn't mind bringing down such a giant myself," went on Dale. "I never tackled anything larger than twenty-two inches."
"Oh! are you a feller?"
"I have been almost everything around a camp and a sawmill. But not here. I come from Maine!"
"Maine! Put her there, young man!" The feller shook hands cordially. "I'm from Maine myself—came from Portland, eight years ago."