Ranchers visited the mesa for a sight of the toiling camps.

Wagonloads of Mexican families, curious, observant, came and went.

Automobile parties from Kennard and elsewhere made inspection trips to the spot.
Even a journalist representing a Denver paper appeared, made photographs, and obtained an interview from Bryant consisting of "Finish it on time?
Certainly.

Can't talk any longer." Which, together with the pictures and the special writer's account, filled a page of a Sunday issue.
The anxiety ever in Bryant's and Carrigan's minds was of that grim and implacable enemy, cold.

Autumn had lasted amazingly; November yielded to December, with the days still fine; but who could tell when the white spectre, Winter, would lay his icy hand upon the earth?
The peaks and upper slopes of the mountains were already mantled with snow.