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He looked in with the furtive eye of the tramp, and as if expecting that a boot or a club would most probably be his welcome. But Bucks at the moment was lonely as lonely as the dog himself and as the two fixed their eyes intently on each other, Bucks remembered that this was the tie foreman's dog, Scuffy. Scuffy had appeared at the psychological moment.
She had a feeling, amounting almost to a conviction, that Transley underrated his foreman's possibilities in such a contest. She had seen many a dark horse, less promising than Linder, gallop home with the stakes. Then Zen smiled her own quiet, self-confident smile, the smile which had come down to her from Y.D. and from the Wilsons the only family that had ever mastered him.
Coming as it did at such a juncture, when all present were hanging in suspense upon the words as they fell from the foreman's lips, it produced much the same effect as might have followed the explosion of a bomb in the company's midst. Miss Fluette gasped, and her face went as white as ashes. Maillot and Fluette were both instantly upon their feet, startled and tense.
Rafe ran forward on the plunging timber he now rode the huge stick that had made all the trouble, and tried to reach the man in the water. No use! Of course, there was no way for Rafe to guide his log toward the drowning man. Nor did he have anything to reach out for Turner to grasp. The axe handle was not long enough, and the foreman's canthook had disappeared.
She had watched the day decline, the evening come, and the lighting of the crassets and the candles, and had waited to hear the words that meant more to her than her own life. At last the great moment came, and she could hear the foreman's voice whining the fateful words, "More Guilty than Innocent." It was Carterette Mattingley, and the prisoner at the bar was her father.
I'll holler it in the village and git 'em to ring the bell and start 'Hecla." Away he tore. "Fire!" bawled Cap'n Aaron, starting for the front hall with a scuff, a hop, a skip, and jump, in order to favor his sprained toe. "Fire over to Ben Ide's!" He had his foreman's hat on wrong side to when his wife came bursting out of the sitting-room into the hall.
The killing and skinning of two cows out of herds that are numbered by thousands need not, in themselves, bring lines of worry to any foreman's brow; but there is the sting of being cheated, the possibility of the losses going higher unless a sharp lesson be given upon the folly of fooling with a very keen and active buzz-saw, and it was the determination of the outfit of the Bar-20 to teach that lesson, and as quickly as circumstances would permit.
"Then this is my bunk-house; anyhow, I'm in charge. Guess you'd better get back to the bosses' shacks, where you belong." Charnock noted the sneer, but said quietly, "I'll go as soon as I've had a word with Wilkinson." He tried to see if Wilkinson was there, and did not think he was, but could not be certain. The foreman's manner hinted that he meant to protect the fellow. "You'll go now!
It had been more than a question of his life or the other's. Her fate had been involved in that critical moment. He had dragged the unconscious figure to the shadows behind a life-boat. They would not be likely to stumble across the incriminating evidence while it was dark. Nor was it likely that the foreman's absence below would cause the men to look for him.
The rungs of a ladder are the little round sticks that go across that you put your feet on. David climbed very slowly, and he was rather scared at first; but he felt the foreman's arm around him, and the foreman kept just behind him, so that he stopped being scared. And he climbed a little faster, and he came to the platform. "Now, what shall I do?" he asked.
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