"And be done twenty-four hours before the hour set by the Land and Water Board," said Lee.
"That's cutting it fine enough as it is. Who's that waving yonder toward camp?" And Carrigan pointed a mittened hand at a figure swinging an arm and shouting Bryant's name.
The engineer stared for a time.
"Charlie Menocal," he said, finally. "Morgan—Morgan, come here!" he called. And as Morgan came to join him, Lee addressed Pat, "I'll just run over to Bartolo with this young scoundrel. The road's open and I'll be back by dark. Want Morgan to come along to look after him and Alvarez, the man you caught."
"Better start back in plenty of time. The sky's thickening again. More snow in sight, Lee."
"I shall."
"You might invite old man Menocal to return with you," Pat remarked, with a grin, "and see us put the kibosh on his dream of owning the Pinas River. What are you going to do with this boy of his? Send him over the road?"
"I haven't decided yet."
"That's where he ought to go, after trying to burn us out the night of the blizzard." He turned away to the work.
"You're not to let this fellow over there waiting for us get away, Morgan," Lee stated.