The remainder, under the direction of
Jim Denning, would require little or no actual supervision. Until
the jam should have reached the distributing booms above Monrovia,
the affair was very simple. Before he left, however, he called
Denning to him.
"Jim," said he, "I'll be down to see you through the sluiceways at
Redding, of course. But now that you have a good, still stretch of
river, I want you to have the boys let up on sacking out those "H"
logs. And I want you to include in our drive all the Heinzman logs
from above you possibly can. If you can fix it, let their drive
drift down into ours.
"Then we'll have to drive their logs for them," objected Denning.
"Sure," rejoined Orde, "but it's easy driving; and if that crew of
his hasn't much to do, perhaps he'll lay most of them off here at
Redding."
Denning looked at his principal for a moment, then a slow grin
overspread his face. Without comment he turned back to camp, and
Orde took up his reins.
XXV
"Oh, I'm so GLAD to get you back!" cried Carroll over and over again,
as she clung to him. "I don't live while you're away. And every
drop of rain that patters on the roof chills my heart, because I
think of it as chilling you; and every creak of this old house at
night brings me up broad awake, because I hear in it the crash of
those cruel great timbers.
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