"Mos' time—we are beginnin' to need her!"
These and many other exclamations greeted his news, and Mr. Starr looked at the date of the postmark to figure out the time they might expect the skidder to arrive at camp.
"The roads are frozen fine and hard now, and there hasn't been any snow except a few flakes now and then, so she ought to get here by tomorrow, I should think," replied Mr. Starr.
"It'll begin to look as if we were workin' some, when the logs begin to move out toward the river," declared the foreman.
"She'll have some logs to haul!" said Mr. Latimer, pleasing the men by the suggested praise of their work.
"What's a skidder, Daddum?" asked Dot.
"Why do you call it a she?" added Don.
While many who heard Don's question, laughed, Mr. Starr tried to explain to the twins what a skidder was and what use it was.
"Then the engineer has to drive her, eh?" asked Don, eagerly looking over at Jim.
"Yes, he has to steer her, watch over her steam works, and keep her from going into the crooked paths of evil," laughed Mr. Latimer.