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That was when he told Delphine that if she made him any trouble he'd come out and charge her with the train wreck. He was the planner of that wreck. He knew right where that log-pile was at. He wanted another accident on that railroad, and he wanted Delphine mixed up in it, so he could control her after that. She was willing enough, because by that time I reckon she just about hated all the world.
At each log-pile stood a man with a hand-spike to help the driver to get the log into position, a work requiring strength and skill, and above all, a knowledge of the ways of logs which comes only by experience. It was at this work that Macdonald Bhain shone. With his mighty strength he could hold steady one end of a log until the team could haul the other into its place.
He probably hid the handkerchief under the log-pile. He probably was glad to see the dogs run the trail right to your door. But Delphine had a nerve of her own. I have no doubt it was she who turned your pack loose, and wiped out the sheriff's trail right there." "By jinks!" said Blount, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Things were happening, right around here."
Upon cooling the steel shrunk upon the wood, clasping it with such firmness that nothing short of fire could ever dislodge it. Then, carefully, with knife and sandpaper I polished off the wood around the steel of the axe until I had made as good a job of it as lay within my power. So I carried the axe to my log-pile. I swung it above my head and the feel of it was good in my hands.
Just at that moment a terrified yell sounded from above: "Run for your lives! The upper dam is breaking!" The engineer from the top of the log-pile cast a swift glance up the valley, and saw at once from the increasing volume of water that the report was true. "Save yourselves, lads!" he screamed. "Run to the woods!"
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