“May as well go back to the works,” said Orde. “He won't string them together again to-day—not if he waits for that tug he sent Simpson for.”
Accordingly, they returned to the booms, where work was suspended while Orde detailed to an appreciative audience the happenings below. This tickled the men immensely.
“Why, we hain't sorted out more'n a million feet of his logs,” cried Rollway Charlie. “He hain't SEEN no logs yet!”
They turned with new enthusiasm to the work of shunting “H” logs into the channel.
In ten minutes, however, the stableman picked his way out over the booms with a message for Orde.
“Mr. Heinzman's ashore, and wants to see you,” said he.
Orde and Jim Denning exchanged glances.
“'Coon's come down,” said the latter.
Orde found the mill man pacing restlessly up and down before a steaming pair of horses. Newmark, perched on a stump, was surveying him sardonically and chewing the end of an unlighted cigar.
“Here you poth are!” burst out Heinzman, when Orde stepped ashore. “Now, this must stop. I must not lose my logs! Vat is your probosition?”