We did so. Minutes passed in silence. Only the song of the saw was heard, and the welting of the river. "Padre," he said at last hurriedly, "lift me up, so's I can breathe."
This was done.
"Am I facin' the big mill?"
"Yes."
"That's c'rrect. And the 'lectric light is burnin' in the mill and in the town, an' the saws are all goin'?"
"Yes."
"By gracious, yes—you can hear 'em! Don't they scrunch the stuff, though!" He laughed a little. "Mr. Devlin an' you and me hev been pretty smart, hevn't we?"
Then a spasm caught him, and after a painful pause he called: "It's the biggest thing in cables. . . . Stand close in the cage. . . . Feel her swing!—Safe, you bet, if he stands by the lever. . . ."
His face lighted with the last gleam of living, and he said slowly: "I hev a pal—at Danger Mountain."