"Yes, Owen, and I think it is a shame."
"Undoubtedly. But what are you going to do about it?"
"Perhaps we'll hear from Mr. Wilbur before Saturday."
"Yes, but even so, Mr. Balasco is manager here, as he says. We'll have to go."
So talking, the pair made their way back to the yard from which they had come. Here they told Andy Westmore and Bruce Howard of what had occurred.
"It's a jolly shame," said Bruce. "I declare, I almost feel like throwing up the job myself. I had some words with Mr. Balasco just before he went down to Portland, and I came pretty close to walking off then."
"If I were you I'd report the matter to Mr. Wilbur," said Andy Westmore. "And tell him he had best come on and look at what's being done."
"We have sent him a letter," answered Owen.
The next day found Owen in the woods, working as if nothing unusual had happened. Dale was sent down to the tool house near the office, to bring up some oil needed on the donkey engine.
Dale was about to step into the tool house when he saw a man alight from one of the lumber trucks on the railroad track, and come toward the main office. The man looked slightly familiar, and as he came closer the young lumberman recognized the individual as the one he had seen in the lumber office in Detroit, while waiting to see Mr. Wilbur.