I'm going to try him right quick." He went back to the door of the shack.

"Bull, they ain't any wood for the stove tonight.

Go chop some quick." The floor squeaked and groaned under Bull's weight as he rose, and again the brothers looked to each other.
"All right," came cheerily from Bull Hunter.
He came through the door with his ax and went to the log pile.

The brothers watched him throw aside the top logs and get at the heavier trunks underneath.

He tore one of these out, laid it in place, and the sun flashed on the swift circle of the ax.