"I"ll send up a marking hammer, and we"ll brand them. Finders keepers."
"Sure," said Roaring d.i.c.k.
He nodded and ran out over the logs. The work leaped. Wherever he went the men took hold as though reanimated by an electric current.
"d.i.c.k"s a driver," said Welton, reflectively, "and he gets out the logs.
But I"m scared he don"t take this little job serious."
He looked out over the animated scene for a moment in silence. Then he seemed suddenly to remember his companion.
"Well, son," said he, "that"s called "sacking" the river. The rear crew is the place of honour, let me tell you. The old timers used to take a great pride in belonging to a crack rear on a big drive. When you get one side of the river working against the other, it"s great fun. I"ve seen some fine races in my day."
At this moment two men swung up the river trail, bending to the broad tump lines that crossed the tops of their heads. These tump lines supported rather bulky wooden boxes running the lengths of the men"s backs. Arrived at the rear, they deposited their burdens. One set to building a fire; the other to unpacking from the boxes all the utensils and receptacles of a hearty meal. The food was contained in big lard tins. It was only necessary to re-heat it. In ten minutes the usual call of "grub pile" rang out across the river. The men came ash.o.r.e. Each group of five or six built its little fire. The wind sucked aloft these innumerable tiny smokes, and scattered them in a thin mist through the trees.
Welton stayed to watch the sacking until after three o"clock. Then he took up the river trail to the rear camp. This Bob found to be much like the other, but larger.
"Ordinarily on drive we have a wanigan," said Welton. "A wanigan"s a big scow. It carries the camp and supplies to follow the drive. Here we use teams; and it"s some of a job, let me tell you! The roads are bad, and sometimes it"s a long ways around. Hard sledding, isn"t it Billy?" he inquired of the teamster, who was warming his hands by the fire.
"Well, I always get there," the latter replied with some pride. "From the Little Fork here I only tipped over six times, all told."
The cook, who had been listening near by, grunted.
"Only time I wasn"t with you, Billy," said he; "that"s why you got the nerve to tell that!"
"It"s a fact!" insisted the driver.
The young fellow who had been ordered off the river sat alone by the drying-fire. Now that he had warmed up and dried off, he was seen to be a rather good-looking boy, dark-skinned, black-eyed, with overhanging, thick, straight brows, like a line from temple to temple. These gave him either the sullen, biding look of an Indian or an air of set determination, as the observer pleased. Just now he contemplated the fire rather gloomily.
Welton sat down on the same log with him.
"Well, bub," said the old riverman good-naturedly, "so you thought you"d like to be a riverman?"
"Yes, sir," replied the boy, with a certain sullen reserve.
"Where did you think you learned to ride a log?"
"I"ve been around a little at the booms."
"I see. Well, it"s a different proposition when you come to working on "em in fast water."
"Yes, sir."
"Where you from?"
"Down Greenville way."
"Farm?"
"Yes, sir."
"Back to the farm now, eh?"
"I suppose so."
"Don"t like the notion, eh?"
"No!" cried the boy, with a flash of pa.s.sion.
"Still like to tackle the river?"
"Yes, sir," replied the young fellow, again encased in his sullen apathy.
"If I send you back to-morrow, would you like to tackle it again?"
"Oh, yes!" said the boy eagerly. "I didn"t have any sort of a show when you saw me to-day! I can do a heap better than that. I was froze through and couldn"t handle myself."
Welton grinned.
"What you so stuck on getting wet for?" he inquired.
"I dunno," replied the boy vaguely. "I just like the woods."
"Well, I got no notion of drownding you off in the first white water we come across," said Welton; "but I tell you what to do: you wait around here a few days, helping the cook or Billy there, and I"ll take you down to the mill and put you on the booms where you can practise in still water with a pike-pole, and can go warm up in the engine room when you fall off. Suit you?"
"Yes, sir. Thank you," said the boy quietly; but there was a warm glow in his eye.
By now it was nearly dark.
"Guess we"ll bunk here to-night," Welton told Bob casually.
Bob looked his dismay.
"Why, I left everything down at the other camp," he cried, "even my tooth brush and hair brush!"
Welton looked at him comically.
"Me, too," said he. "We won"t neither of us be near as much trouble to ourselves to-morrow, will we?"
So he had overheard the riverman"s remark that morning. Bob laughed.
"That"s right," approved Welton, "take it easy. Necessities is a great comfort, but you can do without even them."
After supper all sprawled around a fire. Welton"s big bulk extended in the acme of comfort. He puffed his pipe straight up toward the stars, and swore gently from time to time when the ashes dropped back into his eyes.
"Now that"s a good kid," he said, waving a pipe toward the other fire where the would-be riverman was helping wash the dishes. "He"ll never be a first-cla.s.s riverman, but he"s a good kid."
"Why won"t he make a good riverman?" asked Bob.