Los Angeles herald., 1910-08-21
AUGUST 81, 1910.

Dick Darrell, walking boss of all the camps, did
the best he could. He sent message after message to
Beeson Lake demanding more men, If the rolways
could be definitely cleared once, the work would light
en- all along the line. Then the men would regain
their content. More help was promised, but 1t was
slow in coming. The balance hung trembling. At
any moment the foreman expected the crisis, when
the men, discouraged by the accumulation of work,
would begin to Jump would ask for their time
and quit, leaving the job half finished in the woods
This catastrophe must not happen Darrell himself
worked like demon until dark, and then, ten to
one, while the other rested, would strike fever
shly across to Camp Twenty eight or Camp Forty,
where he would consult with Morgan or Scotty Par
sons until far into the night. His pale, triangular
face showed the white lines of exhaustion, but his
chpmunk eyes and his eager movements told OF
determination stronger than any protests OF mere
nature.
Now fate ordained that Silver jack for the pur-
poses of his enlightenment, should select just this
moment to drum up trade. He was, in his way as
anxious to induce the men to come out of the woods
as Richard Darrell to keep them in. Beeson
Lake at this time of year very dull. Only few
chronic loafers, without money, ornamented the
saloon walls On the other hand, at the four camps
of Morrison & DAILY were three hundred men each
with four months pay coming to him. In the ordl-
nary of events these would not be out for
sixty days yet but Silver Jack and Big Dan perfect
y well knew that it only needed the suggestion, the
temptation to the spirit of resessness. That
a taste or so of whisky will shiver the patience of
oppressed by long monotony is as A b q to the
north country saloonkeeper Silver Jack resolved to
make the rounds of the camps that the invest
ment of a few jugs of whisky would bring down to
Beeson Lake at least thirty forty woods wearied
men.
Accordingly he donned many clothes, and drove
out into the wilderness cutter containing three jugs
and some cigars in boxes. He anticipated trouble.
Perhaps he would have to lurk in the woods,
awaiting his opportunity to smugge his liquor to the
However, luck favored him. Al Camp Twenty
eight he was able to dodge unseen into the men s
camp When Morgan, the camp foreman, finally dis
covered his presence, the mischief had been done.
Everybody smoking cigars, everybody was hap
PLY conscious of warm glow at the pit of the stom-
aeh, everybody firmly convinced that Silver Jack
the best fellow earth. Morgan could do moth
ing An attempt to eject Silver Jack, expostula-
ton even would, he knew, lose him his entire
The men, their heads whirling with the anticipated
delights of spree, would Indignantly champion their
friend. Morgan retired grmly to the "offce. -
There, the next morning, he silently made out the
'time' of six men, who had decided to quit He
wondered what would become of the rollways.
Silver Jack, for the sake of companionship, took
one of the Jumpers in the cutter with him. He
pleased his success and intended to try
Camp Thirty, Darrel's headquarters. In regard to
Morgan he had been somewhat uneasy, for he bad
encountered that Individually but Darrell he