He said nothing until he had finished and sealed the two letters he was writing. They were as follows:—
DEAR MR. BROWN: It's a mess and no mistake. I'm glad Mr. MacBride didn't
come to see it. He'd have fits. The whole job is tied up in a hard knot.
Peterson is wearing out chair bottoms waiting for the cribbing from
Ledyard. I expect we will have a strike before long. I mean it.
The main house is most up to the distributing floor. The spouting house is framed. The annex is up as far as the bottom, waiting for cribbing.
Yours,
BANNON.
P.S. I hope this letter makes you sweat to pay you for last Saturday night. I am about dead. Can't get any sleep. And I lost thirty-two pounds up to Duluth. I expect to die down here. C. B.
P.S. I guess we'd better set fire to the whole damn thing and collect the insurance and skip. C.
The other was shorter.
MACBRIDE & COMPANY, Minneapolis:
Gentlemen: I came on the Calumet job today. Found it held up by failure of cribbing from Ledyard. Will have at least enough to work with by end of the week. We will get the house done according to specifications.
Yours truly,
MACBRIDE & COMPANY. CHARLES BANNON.