The workers were in a cheerful frenzy. Both Rodolphe and Charles found themselves struggling to keep a rudiment of order; trying to keep the crew from injuring themselves in enthusiasm. Everyone wanted to contribute something , even something without apparent meaning of any kind. Their restless energy could not be brooked. Those who could not help with the capstone were stripping away the scaffolds and catwalks. As the gangs flung the lumber down, end over end, people scattered below, scrambling, laughing, and cheering.