"He hain't SEEN no logs yet!"
They turned with new enthusiasm to the work of shunting "H" logs
into the channel.
In ten minutes, however, the stableman picked his way out over the
booms with a message for Orde.
"Mr. Heinzman's ashore, and wants to see you," said he.
Orde and Jim Denning exchanged glances.
"'Coon's come down," said the latter.
Orde found the mill man pacing restlessly up and down before a
steaming pair of horses. Newmark, perched on a stump, was surveying
him sardonically and chewing the end of an unlighted cigar.
"Here you poth are!" burst out Heinzman, when Orde stepped ashore.
"Now, this must stop. I must not lose my logs! Vat is your
probosition?"
Newmark broke in quickly before Orde could speak.
"I've told Mr. Heinzman," said he, "that we would sort and deliver
the rest of his logs for two dollars a thousand."
"That will be about it," agreed Orde.
"But," exploded Heinzman, "that is as much as you agreet to drive
and deliffer my whole cut!"
"Precisely," said Newmark.
"Put I haf all the eggspence of driving the logs myself. Why shoult
I pay you for doing what I haf alretty paid to haf done?"
Orde chuckled.
"Heinzman," said he, "I told you I'd make you scratch gravel.
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