get the cars."

"I know you did. That's a good thing to say in a letter. I wanted to
find out how much of it really was cut."

"It's all cut and stacked by the siding, taking up half the yard. Want
to see it?"

Bannon smiled and nodded. "Here's a good cigar for you," he said, "and
you're a good fellow, but I think I'd like to see the cribbing."

"Oh, that's all right," laughed Dennis. "I'd have said the same thing if
it wasn't cut. Come out this way."

Bannon followed him out into the yard. "There it is," said the manager.

There was no need of pointing it out. It made a pile more than three
hundred feet long. It was nothing but rough hemlock, two inches thick,
and from two to ten inches wide, intended to be spiked together flatwise
for the walls of the bins, but its bulk was impressive. Bannon measured
it with his eye and whistled. "I wish that had been down on our job ten
days ago," he said, presently. "I'd be taking a vacation now if it had."

"Well, it was ready then. You can tell by the color."

"What's the matter with the G. & M. anyway? They don't seem to be
hauling very much. I noticed that last night when I came up. I'm no good
at sleeping on the train."

"Search me," said Dennis. "They've tied us up for these two weeks. I've
kicked for cars, and the old man--that's Sloan--he's kicked, but here we
are yet--can't move hand or foot."

"Who's Sloan?"

"Oh, he's the whole thing. Owns the First National Bank and the trolley
line and the Ledyard Salt and Lumber Company and most of the downtown
real estate."

"Where can I find him? Is he in town?"

"I guess so. He's got an office across the river. Just ask anybody where
the Sloan Building is."

"Likely to be there as early as this?" asked Bannon, looking at his
watch.

"Sure, if he's in town."

Bannon slipped his watch into his pocket. "Much obliged," he said. "Glad
to have met you. Good morning;" and, turning, he walked rapidly away
down the plank wagon road.

In Sloan's office he stated his errand as briefly as on the former
occasion, adding only that he had already seen Dennis.

"I guess he told you all there is to tell," said the magnate. "We can't
make the G. & M. give us cars. I've told Dennis to stir 'em up as hard
as he could. I guess we'll have to wait."

"I can't wait."

"What else can you do? It's every bit as bad for us as it is for you,
and you can rest assured that we'll do all we can." As if the cadence of
his last sentence w