She looked at the huge, heavy bail.
"If that bail could reach camp to-night, they could ship it up and start to cutting immediately. It would mean seven or eight hours more of working time. But how to take it there!"
"There's a man yonder who owns a gasolene-launch," ventured the agent. "It's a crazy, battered tub, but maybe——"
Marian looked out at the night: the black, sullen river; the ranks of willows swaying in the heavy wind; the thunder that told of approaching storm.
"Call that man over, please. Yes, I shall risk the trip up-river. That bail shall reach camp to-night."
CHAPTER XII
PARTNERS AND VICTORIES
"What time is it, miss?"
Marian put down the gallon tin with which she had bailed steadily, and looked at her watch.
"Almost midnight."