She pulled off Ward’s cap and turned it about in her hand, surveying it judiciously. “I can seem to see just how he looked when he said it.”
“He said it loud, miss, because the man he was talking to was a good ways off. He was a sheriff. He couldn’t get very nigh to Latisan. We was holding the man off with our pick poles because he was trying to serve a paper.”
“An injunction?”
”I don’t know,“ confessed the relator mildly. ”Somehow, none of us seemed to be at all curious that day to find out what it was. Sheriff nailed it to a tree and then somebody touched a match to it. Latisan said he reckoned it must have been an invitation to Felix’s wedding, but it was just as well that nobody ever read it, because the crew was too busy to go, anyway!“
“Are Comas men guarding Skulltree dam?”
“They sure are, miss!”
She and the old man were seated on the shore of the deadwater. The evening dusk was deepening.
Near them the cook’s fires were leaping against the sides of the blackened pots; in the pungent fragrance of the wood smoke which drifted past there were savory odors which were sent forth when the cook lifted off a cover to stir the stew. The peacefulness of the scene was profound; that peace, contrasted with the prospect of what confronted her men if Flagg’s logs were to go through, stirred acute distress in the girl. Coming down through the riot of waters she had not had time to think. Their logs were ahead; the laggards of the corporation drive were following. She had wondered because even the cowards, as they had shown themselves to be, had not put more obstructions in the way. There had been abortive interference, but it was evident that the Three C’s had been making the first skirmishes perfunctory affairs, depending on dealing the big blow at Skulltree.
In the Flagg crew it was a subject for frequent comment that Rufus Craig had not appeared in the north country to take command of his forces in those parlous times when the Three C’s interests were threatened. In council Lida and her advisers began to wonder how much information regarding the Flagg operations had filtered to the outside or whether the defeated Comas bosses were not apprehensively withholding word to headquarters that they had been beaten in the race on the upper waters.
“Craig would be here before this if he knew what was going on,” averred Vittum. “They’re either ashamed or scared to send him word, and they think it can all be squared for ’em at Skulltree.” He sighed and turned his eyes from her anxious stare.