"Shall I go to the office, Mr. Quin?"
"Aye," said Quin carelessly enough.
He beckoned to Pete, whose eyes brightened. He came lightly.
"You'll take the job, Pete?"
Would he take it?
"Nawitka," said Pete, "yes, indeed, Sir."
Nawitka! He took the job and grinned with Skookum, who fetched the maul and gave him the wedges with all the pleasure in the world, for Skookum had no ambition to be Chief Wedger-Off. White came forward, dabbing at a monstrous tender nose with a rag.
"I've seen you at the Inlet?" he asked.
"Yes," said Pete, "at Granville."
"You'll do," said White. He dabbed at his huge proboscis and went back to the lever. Pete leapt upon the log and drove in the first wedge.