"I guess that's about it," Peterson replied.
"I've been figuring a little on this bill. I take it there's something over two million feet altogether. Is that right?"
"It's something like that. Couldn't say exactly. Max takes care of the lumber."
Bannon's brows came together.
"You ought to know a little more about this yourself, Pete. You're the man that's building the house."
"I guess I've been pushing it along as well as any one could," said
Peterson, sullenly.
"That's all right. I ain't hitting at you. I'm talking business, that's all. Now, if Vogel's right, this cribbing ought to have been here fourteen days ago—fourteen days tomorrow."
Peterson nodded.
"That's just two weeks of lost time. How've you been planning to make that up?"
"Why—why—I reckon I can put things together soon's I get the cribbing."