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After Wilbur had made his reports and got dinner, for both of which he received a short commendation, the Supervisor broached the question of the timber trespass. "Loyle," he said, "McGinnis and I have measured up the lumber stolen. There's about four and a half million feet. You were with us when we first located the trespass, and I want you to come with us to the mill." "Very well, Mr.
"Loyle," he said, "you know something about a horse, for I've watched you with them. Handle yourself the same way. You wouldn't force a horse; don't force yourself." Moreover, the older man showed the boy many ways wherein to save labor, explaining that there was a right way and a wrong way of attacking every different kind of bush.
Unless you grow to love it so much that there isn't anything else in all the world you'd care to do, you ain't fit for it, an' you'd better get out, and let some one with more sand than you have get in. "Well, Loyle," the doctor said, "that youngster was provoked.
"Get Loyle here to tell you all about it. I suppose you learned that at the Ranger School, didn't you?" he added, turning to the younger boy. "Yes, sir. We had a very interesting course in silviculture." "But just to give you a rough idea, Fred," continued the Forester, "you know that some trees need a lot of light.
From this he had returned even more enthusiastic than before, and Masseth, seeing that by temperament Wilbur was especially fitted for the Forest Service, had urged the boy's father to allow him to enter for it, and did not attempt to conceal his satisfaction with Wilbur's success. "Why, Masseth, how did you get hold of Loyle?" asked the Chief Forester as the two came up the walk together.
"Wilbur Loyle, a forest ranger whom I knew very well, showed me some figures that the Bureau had prepared."
He had been careful to groom Kit very thoroughly, and she was standing saddled at the door, half an hour before the time appointed. He was ready to swing into the saddle as soon as Merritt appeared. "Not so fast, Loyle," he said, "this is once that promptness is a bad thing. I must have a word or two with Mrs. Davis; he'd be a pretty poor stick who ever missed that chance."
In this quandary the Chief Forester, all unknown to the lad, saw his embarrassment, and with the quick intuition so characteristic of the man, divined the cause. "Come along, Loyle, come along in," he said, "you're one of us now." Wilbur, with a grateful look, passed on into the reception-room.
"But didn't you get run down?" "Do I look as if I'd been a sidewalk for a thousand steers?" was the disgusted reply. "Don't ask silly questions, Loyle." But the foreman broke in: "The boy's right enough to ask," he said; "an' there's no reason why you shouldn't tell. How did you dodge the steers?" "That was easy enough," said Merritt.
The Chief Forester was greatly pleased with the lad's eagerness to enroll his friend, and, turning to him, continued: "I don't want you to think it's all fire-fighting in the forest, though, Loyle; so I'll give you an idea of some of the other opportunities which will come your way in forest work. I suppose both of you boys hate a bully? I know I used to when I was at school."
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