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Arrangements were made for the next morning. Ruth went with Mr. Hooley to the bunkhouse to hear him instruct the timbermen hired from the Benbow Company and who were much interested in this "movie stuff." The girl of the Red Mill had already made some acquaintances among the rough but kindly fellows.
Just as she was about to turn to leave the stable, she felt the interior darken, and she wheeled quickly to see that the door had closed, and that Jim Pickett stood before it, grinning at her. For a moment her knees shook, for she could not fail to interpret the expression of his face, then she heard a gale of laughter from the direction of the bunkhouse, and felt reassured.
Finally we got back to the bunkhouse and I told Snipe and two or three other Canadians what I had heard. They were just as excited as I was, and we decided that if that fellow could get out of the camp, why we could too, and we made up our minds to keep working on it till we did find a way out.
One of the things that had been a continual surprise to Helen was the short time required by these deep-cheated and clean-blooded Westerners to recover from apparently serious wounds. It was scarce more than two weeks since Bannister had filled the bunkhouse with wounded men, and already two of them were back at work and the third almost fit for service.
"Lawler," said Hamlin, gravely; "there's goin' to be hell to pay in this section. Them men turned their cattle into the grass around there, an' put a night guard over them. They emptied their wagons and toted the stuff into the house. They fixed up the corral fence an' turned their horses into it. They brought lamps an' stoves for the bunkhouse an' the cabin an' bunk stuff an' tables an' such.
They were all in varying stages of liquor from two or three who had to be hauled over the float and up to the bunkhouse like sacks of bran, to others who were so happily under the influence of John Barleycorn that every move was some silly antic. She retreated in disgust.
In the dead silence that followed, she heard a thud and the clinking smash of breaking glass, a panted oath, sounds of struggle. Stella slipped on a pair of her brother's gum boots and an overcoat, and ran out on the path beaten from their cabin to the shore. It led past the bunkhouse, and on that side opened two uncurtained windows, yellow squares that struck gleaming on the snow.
"Git on down to the bunkhouse an' feed, boys. One o' you grab my plug. After, we'll get around out with Lal here. He broke off as Nan darted away down the veranda. The mail man had just clattered up to the front of the house, and she had gone to meet him.
The four stretcher men set down their burden in the shade of the bunkhouse. Renfrew was conscious now. "Tough luck, Jim," Benton sympathized. "Does it pain much?" Renfrew shook his head. White and weakened from shock and loss of blood, nevertheless he bravely disclaimed pain. "We'll get you fixed up at the Springs," Benton went on.
Inside the bunkhouse, Uncle Jepson, who had been speaking, paused long enough to wrinkle his nose at Masten. Randerson's expression did not change; it was one of grave expectancy. "You was sayin' " he prompted, looking at Uncle Jepson. "That the whole darned deal was a frame-up," declared Uncle Jepson.
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