He found them waiting for him near the top of the well.
"We might as well sit down," he said. He led the way to a timber a few steps away. "Well, Miss Vogel, how do you like it?"
She was looking eagerly about; at the frame, a great skeleton of new timber, some of it still holding so much of the water of river and mill-yard that it glistened in the sunlight; at the moving groups of men, the figure of Peterson standing out above the others on a high girder, his arms knotted, and his neck bare, though the day was not warm; at the straining hoist, trembling with each new load that came swinging from somewhere below, to be hustled off to its place, stick by stick; and then out into the west, where the November sun was dropping, and around at the hazy flats and the strip of a river. She drew in her breath quickly, and looked up at Bannon with a nervous little gesture.
"I like it," she finally said, after a long silence, during which they had watched a big stick go up on one of the small hoists, to be swung into place and driven home on the dowel pins by Peterson"s sledge.
"Isn"t Pete a hummer?" said Max. "I never yet saw him take hold of a thing that was too much for him."
Neither Hilda nor Bannon replied to this, and there was another silence.
"Would you like to walk around and see things closer to?" Bannon asked, turning to Miss Vogel.
"I wouldn"t mind. It"s rather cold, sitting still."
He led the way along one side of the structure, guiding her carefully in places where the flooring was not yet secure.
"I"m glad you came up," he said. "A good many people think there"s nothing in this kind of work but just sawing wood and making money for somebody up in Minneapolis. But it isn"t that way. It"s pretty, and sometimes it"s exciting; and things happen every little while that are interesting enough to tell to anybody, if people only knew it. I"ll have you come up a little later, when we get the house built and the machinery coming in. That"s when we"ll have things really moving.
There"ll be some fun putting up the belt gallery, too. That"ll be over here on the other side."
He turned to lead the way across the floor to the north side of the building. They had stopped a little way from the boom hoist, and she was standing motionless, watching as the boom swung out and the rope rattled to the ground. There was the puffing of the engine far below, the straining of the rope, and the creaking of the blocks as the heavy load came slowly up. Gangs of men were waiting to take the timbers the moment they reached the floor. The foreman of the hoist gang was leaning out over the edge, looking down and shouting orders.
Hilda turned with a little start and saw that Bannon was waiting for her. Following him, she picked her way between piles of planks and timber, and between groups of laborers and carpenters, to the other side. Now they could look down at the four tracks of the C. & S. C., the unfinished spouting house on the wharf, and the river.
"Here"s where the belt gallery will go," he said, pointing downward: "right over the tracks to the spouting house. They carry the grain on endless belts, you know."
"Doesn"t it ever fall off?"
"Not a kernel. It"s pretty to watch. When she gets to running we"ll come up some day and look at it."
They walked slowly back toward the well. Before they reached it Peterson and Max joined them. Peterson had rolled down his sleeves and put on his coat.
"You ain"t going down now, are you?" he said. "We"ll be starting in pretty soon on some of the heavy framing. This is just putting in girders."
He was speaking directly to Miss Vogel, but he made an effort to include Bannon in the conversation by an awkward movement of his head. This stiffness in Peterson"s manner when Bannon was within hearing had been growing more noticeable during the past few days.
"Don"t you think of going yet," he continued, with a nervous laugh, for Hilda was moving on. "She needn"t be in such a rush to get to work, eh, Charlie?"
Hilda did not give Bannon a chance to reply.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Peterson," she said, smiling, "but I must go back, really. Maybe you"ll tell me some day when you"re going to do something special, so I can come up again."
Peterson"s disappointment was so frankly shown in his face that she smiled again. "I"ve enjoyed it very much," she said. She was still looking at Peterson, but at the last word she turned to include Bannon, as if she had suddenly remembered that he was in the party. There was an uncomfortable feeling, shown by all in their silence and in their groping about for something to say.
"I"ll go ahead and clear the track," said Bannon. "I"ll holler up to you, Max, when we"re ready down below."
"Here," said Max, "let me go down."
But Bannon had already started down the first ladder.
"The next time you come to visit us, Miss Vogel," he called back, "I guess we"ll have our real elevator in, and we can run you up so fast it"ll take your breath away. We"ll be real swells here yet."
When he reached the working floor, he called in the laborers and shouted to Max. But when the box, slowly descending, appeared below the bin walls, it was Peterson who held the line and chatted with Hilda as he steadied her.
The next day a lot of cribbing came from Ledyard, and Bannon at once set about reorganizing his forces so that work could go on night and day. He and Peterson would divide the time equally into twelve-hour days; but three divisions were necessary for the men, the morning shift working from midnight until eight o"clock, the day shift from eight to four, and the night shift from four to midnight.
Finally, when the whistle blew, at noon, Bannon tipped back his chair and pushed his hat back on his head.
"Well," he said, "that"s fixed."
"When will we begin on it?" Peterson asked.
"To-day. Have the whistle blow at four. It"ll make some of the men work overtime to-day, but we"ll pay them for it."
Miss Vogel was putting on her jacket. Before joining Max, who was waiting at the door, she asked:--
"Do you want me to make any change in my work, Mr. Bannon?"
"No, you"d better go ahead just as you are. We won"t try to cut you up into three shifts yet awhile. We can do what letters and accounts we have in the daytime."
She nodded and left the office.
All through the morning"s work Peterson had worn a heavy, puzzled expression, and now that they had finished, he seemed unable to throw it off. Bannon, who had risen and was reaching for his ulster, which he had thrown over the railing, looked around at him.
"You and I"ll have to make twelve-hour days of it, you know," he said.
He knew, from his quick glance and the expression almost of relief that came over his face, that this was what Peterson had been waiting for.
"You"d better come on in the evening, if it"s all the same to you--at seven. I"ll take it in the morning and keep an eye on it during the day."
Peterson"s eyes had lowered at the first words. He swung one leg over the other and picked up the list of carpenters that Max had made out, pretending to examine it. Bannon was not watching him closely, but he could have read the thoughts behind that sullen face. If their misunderstanding had arisen from business conditions alone, Bannon would have talked out plainly. But now that Hilda had come between them, and particularly that it was all so vague--a matter of feeling, and not at all of reason--he had decided to say nothing. It was important that he should control the work during the day, and coming on at seven in the morning, he would have a hand on the work of all three shifts. He knew that Peterson would not see it reasonably; that he would think it was done to keep him away from Hilda. He stood leaning against the gate to keep it open, b.u.t.toning his ulster.
"Coming on up to the house, Pete?"
Peterson got down off the railing.
"So you"re going to put me on the night shift," he said, almost as a child would have said it.
"I guess that"s the way it"s got to work out," Bannon replied. "Coming up?"
"No--not yet. I"ll be along pretty soon."
Bannon started toward the door, but turned with a snap of his finger.
"Oh, while we"re at it, Pete--you"d better tell Max to get those men to keep time for the night shifts."
"You mean you want him to go on with you in the daytime?"
"That"s just as he likes. But I guess he"ll want to be around while his sister is here. You see about that after lunch, will you?"
Peterson came in while Bannon was eating his dinner and stayed after he had gone. In the evening, when he returned to the house for his supper, after arranging with Peterson to share the first night"s work, Bannon found that the foreman"s clothes and grip had been taken from the room.