"Hey, Tom!" he shouted. The lantern above was waved out over the edge of the timbered platform and a deep voice responded. "Well, what'che want?" "Send word down to the boys to come up. They're laid off fer a while, an' their pay's ready for 'em." "Lay 'em off! Who says so?" "Lacy, of course; hustle them out now them's the orders." "Well, that beats hell!"