"But how? That takes skilled labor—lots of it."
George grinned. "I'm too old a bird to be caught like this. I figured on accidents from the start, and when I hired my Chinamen I included a crew of cutters."
"By Jove, you never told me!"
"There wasn't no use. We ain't licked yet, not by a damned sight.
Willis Marsh will have to try again."
CHAPTER XXI
A HAND IN THE DARK
While they were talking a tug-boat towing a pile-driver came into view.
Boyd asked the meaning of its presence in this part of the river.
"I don't know," answered Big George, staring intently. "Yonder looks like another one behind it, with a raft of piles."
"I thought all the Company traps were up-stream."
"So they are. I can't tell what they're up to."