The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1905-03-24
dry as a bone until lust as

| break would have eaten through little
by little before 1t burst, and Davis
should have been able to stop it. This
came all at once, as If the dam had
disappeared. l don't see"
His mind Of the professional had al
ready begun to query causes.
"How about the menu" asked Wal
lace. isn't there something l can
do"
"You can head a hunt down the riv-
err" answered Thorpe. II think it is
useless until the water goes down.
Poor Jimmy! He was one of the best
men l had. wouldn't have had this
happen
The horror of the scene was at last
beginning to filter through numbness
into Wallace Carpenters impressiona-
BILE imagination.
"No. no" he cried vehemently.
There is something criminal about it
10 me! I'd rather lose every log in the
| river!"
Thorpe looked at him curiously. "It
Is one OF the chances Of war;" said
/ he.
I'D better divide the crew and take
in both banks of the river" suggested
| Wallace
"See If you can't get volunteers from
this crowd" suggested Thorpe. 81 can
let you have two men to show you
trails. 1 need as many of the crew as
possible to use this flood water"
ooh, Harry" cried Carpenter, shock
ed. "You can't be going to work again
| today, before we have made the slight
est effort to recover the bodiesw
IF the bodies can be recovered, they
shall be-" replied Thorpe quietly. "But
the drive will not wait. We have no
dams to depend on now, you must re-
member, and we shall have to get out
on the freshet water"
"Your men won't work. I'd refuse
just as they willw cried Carpenter, his
senslbilities still suffering.
Thorpe smiled proudly. "You do not
know them
"By Jover' cried the journalist in
magnificent"
The men on the river crew had
crouched on their narrow footholds
while the jam went out. Each had
chung TO his peavey, as is the habit of
river men. Down the current past
their feet swept the debris of flood.
Soon logs began to swirl by-at first
few, then many-from the remaining
rollways which the river had automat-
ically broken. In little time the eddy
caught up some of these logs, and inn
mediately another jam threatened. The
river men, without hesitation, as calm
ly as though catastrophe had not
thrown the weight of it's moral terror
against their stoicism, sprang, peavey
in hand. to the insistent work.
Thorpe's face lit with qualification.
He turned to the young man.
you SEQ" he said in proud simplicity.
With the added danger of freshet wa
ter, the work went on.
At this moment Tim Shearer APP
preached from inland, his clothes drip
ping wet, but his face retaining its ha-
bitual expression of iron calmness.
anybody caught?" was his first ques-
ton as he drew near.
Give men under the face" replied
nOlDt
Shearer cast a glance at the river.
He needed to be told no more.
II was afraid Of it." said he "The
rollways must be all broken out. It's
saved us that much, but the freshet
water won't last long. It's going to be
close squeak to get 'em out now.
Don't exactly figure on what struck the
dam. Thought first I'd go right up
that way, but then came down to see
about the boys"
"Where were you?" asked Thorpe.
"On the pole trail. got in a little,
as you see."
In reality the foreman had had
close call for his life.
'We'd better go up and take look"
he suggested. 'The boys has things
going here all right"
The two men turned toward the
brush.
eli, Timr called voice behind
them.
Red Jacket appeared, clambering up
the cliff.
"Jack told me to give this to you"
he painted, holding out a chunk of
strangely twisted wood.
"Where'd he get thisT inquired
Thorpe quickly. ITS a piece of the
DAM" he explained to Wallace, who
had drawn near.
picked it out of the current" re-
piled the man.
The foreman and his boss bent ca
gerly over the morsel Then they
stared with solemnity into each others
eyes.
"Dynamiter' exclaimed Shearer.
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