The Yale expositor., 1905-04-14
! The Blazed
/ Trail
By STEWART EDWARD WHITE
Copyright, 1905,
By Stetcdrt Edtno~d Whtto
CONTINUED FROM LAST rwEEK.l

lue OILY IuluB tuere Is 10. DC uOne.
Well string heavy booms chained to-
gether between the cribs and then
trust to heaven they'll hold. I think
we can hold the jam. The water will
begin to flow over the bank before
long, so there won't be much increase
of pressure over what we have now,
and as there won't be any shock to
withstand l think our heavy booms
will do the business"
He turned to direct the boring OF
some long boom logs in preparation for
the chains. Suddenly he whirled again
to Wallace with so strange an express
sion in his face that the young man al
most cried out. The uncertain light Of
the lanterns showed dimly the streaks
of rain across his countenance, and
his eye flared with a look almost Of
panic.
II never thought of it," he said in a
low voice. Fool that l am! l don't
see how l missed it. Wallace, don't
you see what those devils will do
neXt?'
mo. What do you mean?" gasped
the younger man.
There are 100000 feet Of logs up
river in Sadler e Smiths drive. Don't
you see what they'll do"
mo. l don't believe
"Just as soon as they find out that
the river is booming and that we are
going to have n hard time to hold our
jam, they'll let loose those 100000
on us. They'll break the jam or dy-
Mantle it, or something. And let me
tell you that very few logs hitting
the tail of our jam will start the whole
shooting match so that no power on
earth can stop it,"
81 don't imagine they'd think of do
ing that" began Wallace by way of
assurance.
think of It. You don't know them.
They've thought of everything. You
don't know that man DAILY. Ask Tim.
He'll tell you"
"Well, the
give got to send man up there
right away. Perhaps we can get there
in time to head them off. They have
to send their man over He cast his
eye rapidly over the men.
Il don't know just who to send.
There isn't n good enough woodsman
in the lot to make Siscoe Falls through
the woods a night like this. The river
trail is too long, and cut through the
woods is blind"
With infinite difficulty and caution
they reached the shore. Across the
cleaning logs shone dimly the lanterns
at the scene of work, ghostly through
the rain. Beyond, on either side, lay
impenetrable, drenched darkness rack
ed by the wind.
II wouldn't want to tackle it," pant
ed Thorpe. IF it wasn't for that
cursed tote road between Sadler &
Smiths l wouldn't worry. It's just too
easy for them"
Behind them the jam cracked and
shrieked and groaned. Occasionally
was heard beneath the sharper noises
q dull boom as one of the heavy tim
bers, forced by the pressure from its
resting place, shot into the air and fell
back on the bristling surface.
Tim Shearer might do it," suggested
Thorpe, "but hate to spare him."
He picked his rifle from its rack and
thrust the magazine full of cartridges.
"Come on, Wallace" said he. "We'll
hunt him up"
They stepped again into the shrek
and roar of the storm, bending their
heads to its power, but Indifferent to
the rain. The sawdust street was sat
urated like a sponge. They could feel
the quick water rise about the pressure
at their feet. From the invisible houses
they heard steady monotone of flow
ing from the roofs. Far ahead, dim In
the mist, sprayed the light of lanterns.
Suddenly Thorpe felt touch on his
arm. Family he perceived at his elbow
q face from which the water streamed.
"Injun Charley!' he cried. 1.-THE very
man!'