“It's a fine country,” went on Thorpe so everyone could hear, “with a great cutting of white pine. It runs as high as twelve hundred thousand to the forty sometimes.”
“Trees clean an' free of limbs?” asked Jackson.
“They're as good as the stuff over on seventeen; you remember that.”
“Clean as a baby's leg,” agreed Jackson.
“Have a glass of beer?” asked Thorpe.
“Dry as a tobacco box,” confessed Hines.
“Have something, the rest of you?” invited Thorpe.
So they all drank.
On a sudden inspiration Thorpe resolved to ask the old man's advice as to crew and horses. It might not be good for much, but it would do no harm.
Jackson listened attentively to the other's brief recital.