The gang, now beginning to pour concrete behind the carpenters, caught the infection of his ardor.

Foreman and crew on the hillside section, at his word that they had the most difficult part of the dirt work, toiled the harder.

The other engineers promised to give him their best and gave him more.

And in the main camp at Perro Creek Pat Carrigan extracted the last ounce of effort from man and beast.
In Kennard Bryant had said to McDonnell, "Give me a good man for this end, one who can work twenty hours a day." And the banker had given him such an one: a short, bow-legged clerk with a pugnacious jaw, who took the typewritten list of Bryant's immediate requirements, read it, jerked on his hat, and bolted out of the door.

He it was who kept the road north from Kennard a-jiggle with freight wagons.
The fierce struggle against time became generally known.