"Did you have any trouble with the railroad when you took your stuff across for the spouting house?" he asked.
"Not much of any. The section boss came around and talked a little, but we only opened the fence in one place, and that seemed to suit him."
Bannon was looking about, calculating with his eye the space that was available for the incoming lumber.
"How'd you manage that business, anyway?" asked Peterson.
"What business?"
"The cribbing. How'd you get it to the lake?"
"Oh, that was easy. I just carried it off."
"Yes, you did!"
"Look here, Pete, that timber hasn't got any business out there on the wharf. We've got to have that room for the cribbing."
"That's all right. The steamer won't get in much before tomorrow night, will it?"