The place was the office and temporary home of a busy man, a rough board-and-tar-paper habitation that went forward on skids as the camp went forward, the workshop and living-quarters of a director who was stripped down to the hard essentials of toil and whose brain was the nerve centre of a desperate effort by a host of horses and men.
"You have companions, I see," Louise remarked, indicating the mother cat and kitten.
"Dave's," was his reply, as he finished at the stove.

"He found them somewhere.

There were four kittens to begin with, but only one is left.

It's a hard game for cats to survive in a camp like this." "Poor little things!" "Dave says he'll save this kitten, or know why." "What about Dave himself with all these rough men ?" "It leaves him untouched," Lee said.

"Doesn't hurt a boy when he's made of the right stuff.