“And I’ll bet you won’t see them again, not for some time,” Bob said.
“Shouldn’t wonder nor you’re right, son,” Sim grinned.
At that moment the door opened and the rest of their men entered. Jean quickly explained the situation to them, and they all agreed that it was a put-up job to hold up their logs.
“But can’t we start them?” Jack asked, as soon as he had finished.
“Mebby. We go tak’ one look,” Jean replied, as he led the way out of the store.
The drive of logs which blocked the river was a big one, and it was fully twenty minutes before they reached the head.
“She packed in bon,” Jean declared, as he gazed ruefully at the huge logs which, piled up several deep, were holding back the thousands behind.
“She no be easy start,” he added, shaking his head.
Bob and Jack could readily see that what he said was true. The current at this point was swift, and whatever had been the cause of the jam had done its work thoroughly.
“Well, let’s go back and get something to eat, and then we’ll decide on what’s best to be done,” Bob proposed, and all were heartily in favor of his motion.