He's a corker for taking hold of things." A little, wiry, red-headed man hopped in as Thorne threw open the door.
The moment his eyes fell on Howland he sprang forward with outstretched hand, smiling and bobbing his head.
"Howland, of course!" he cried.

"Glad to see you! Five minutes late--awful sorry--but they're having the devil's own time over at a coyote we're going to blow this morning, and that's what kept me." From Howland he whirled on the senior with the sudden movement of a cricket.
"How's the arm, Thorne?
And if there's any mercy in your corpus tell me if Jackpine brought me the cigarettes from Le Pas.

If he forgot them, as the mail did, I'll have his life as sure--" "He brought them," said Thorne.

"But how about this coyote, Mac?
I thought it was ready to fire." "So it is--now.

The south ridge is scheduled to go up at ten o'clock.
We'll blow up the big north mountains sometime to-night.