That freshet caught him too quick.

They's more'n a million and a half logs left in the woods that can't be got out this year, and as his contract calls for a finished job, he don't get nothin' for what he's done." "That's a queer rig," commented Thorpe.

"He's done a lot of valuable work here,--the timber's cut and skidded, anyway; and he's delivered a good deal of it to the main drive.

The M.& D.outfit get all the advantage of that." "They do, my son.

When old Daly's hand gets near anything, it cramps.
I don't know how the old man come to make such a contrac', but he did.
Result is, he's out his expenses and time." To understand exactly the catastrophe that had occurred, it is necessary to follow briefly an outline of the process after the logs have been piled on the banks.