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At one point, but so far away as to be distinguishable only by a slight effort of the imagination, hovered like soap-bubbles against an ethereal sky the forms of snow mountains. Welton pointed out the approximate position of Yosemite. They returned to camp where Welton showed the clean and painted little house built for Bob and himself.
Welton scratched a match. "Why in blazes didn't you come up in the morning?" he inquired. "I've found out another and perhaps important hole we're in." "Can we do anything to help ourselves out before morning?" demanded Welton. "No? Well, sleep tight! I'll see you at six." Next morning Welton rolled out, as good-humoured and deliberate as ever. "My boy," said he.
It proved to be a very solidly built V-trough, alongside which ran a footboard. Welton pointed to the telephone wire that paralleled it. "When we get going," said he, "we just turn the stream in here, clamp our sawn lumber into bundles of the right size, and 'let her went! There'll be three stations along the line, connected by 'phone, to see that things go all right. That flume's six mile long."
"Look here, Welton," he demanded abruptly when he had reached that operator's private office, "how much of a cut are you going to make this year?" "About twenty million," replied Welton. "Why?" "Just figuring on the drive," said Orde, nodding a farewell. He had the team harnessed, and, assuming his buffalo-fur coat, drove to the offices of all the men owning timber up and down the river.
"Settlers up here are a confounded nuisance," went on Welton after a while. "They're always hollering for what they call their 'rights. That generally means they try to hang up our drive. The average mossback's a hard customer. I'd rather try to drive nails in a snowbank than tackle driving logs through a farm country.
Welton chuckled. "I didn't tell you this to get you mad, Bobby," he drawled with his indescribable air of good humour; "only to show you the situation. What difference does it make? As for reporting to Washington! Look here, I don't know what Plant's political backing is, but it must be 99.84 per cent. pure. Otherwise, how would a man as fat as that get a job of Forest Supervisor?
She made her quaint gesture of the happily up-thrown hands. "Just what you said about Mr. Welton!" she cried. "Oh, I'm glad you told me this! I was trying so hard to think you were doing a high and noble duty in ignoring the consequences to that poor old man. But I could not. Now I see!" "What do you mean?" asked Bob curiously, as she paused.
Finally Roaring Dick placed his charge far down in the interstices, lit the fuse and walked calmly ashore. The men leisurely placed themselves out of harm's way. Welton joined Bob behind a big burned stub. "Will that start her sure?" asked Bob. "Depends on whether we guessed right on the key log," said Welton. A great roar shook the atmosphere.
Men chattered and shivered, and blew on their wet fingers, but in from the great open lake came myriads of water-fowl, seeking shelter, and the sport was grand. "Well, old stick-in-the-mud," said Orde as, at the end of two days, the men thawed out in a smoking car, "ducks enough for you?" "Jack," said Welton solemnly, "there are no ducks in Minnesota. They've all come over here.
Washington, and compliments to the family. Most respectfully and affectionately. Yours &c. Welton, north side of James River, May 18th, 1781. MY DEAR GENERAL. Having been directed by General Greene to take command of the troops in Virginia.
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