"What sort of thing?"
"If I knew I'd go ahead and build it now, but I don't."
"How are you going to work three gangs? Who'll look after'em?"
"One of us has got to stay up nights, I guess," said Bannon. "We'll have to get a couple of boys to help Max keep time. It may take us a day or two to get the good men divided up and the thing to running properly, but we ought to be going full blast by the first of the week."
He arose and buttoned his coat. "You two know the men better than I do. I wish you'd go through the pay roll and pick out the best men and find out, if you can, who'll work nights at regular night wages."
Peterson came out of the office with him.
"I suppose you'll put me in the night gang," he said.
"I haven't decided yet what I'll do."
"When I came by the main hoist," Pete went on, "they was picking up four and five sticks at once. I stopped 'em, and they said it was your orders. You'll come to smash that way, sure as a gun."
"Not if they don't take more than I told 'em to and if they're careful.
They have to do it to keep up with the carpenters."