The headquarters building and the mess tents now glowed from dusk until dawn.

Fires where workmen could warm their cheeks and hands were burning continually, fed from the great piles of wood brought from the mountains.

And so by day and by night, without halt and despite cold, the restless life was maintained and the toil kept going and the hard furrow driven ahead.
With the approach of Christmas the advance of the project was marked.
The dam was nearing completion, with its long, gently inclined, upstream face constructed of smooth cobbles--a slope up which any vast and sudden rush of cloudburst water would slide unchecked to the crest and harmlessly pass over.

All of the drops, as well as the head-gate and flood weirs, were finished, standing as if hewn out of solid white stone.

The miners had blasted out a channel through the reef of rock, and gone.