"He means it this time," said Sloan, when he and Bannon were left alone at the Blake City hotel to talk things over.
"Yes, I think he does. If he don't, I'll come up here again and have a short session with him."
CHAPTER V
Illustration [Map of the Elevator site]
It was nearly five o'clock when Bannon appeared at the elevator on
Thursday. He at once sought Peterson.
"Well, what luck did you have?" he asked. "Did you get my message?"
"Your message? Oh, sure. You said the cribbing was coming down by boat. I don't see how, though. Ledyard ain't on the lake."
"Well, it's coming just the same, two hundred thousand feet of it. What have you done about it?"
"Oh, we'll be ready for it, soon's it gets here."
They were standing at the north side of the elevator near the paling fence which bounded the C. & S. C. right of way. Bannon looked across the tracks to the wharf; the pile of timber was still there.