Smith was sayin' somethin' about a bee and gettin' green logs." "Smith ?" cried Cameron, glancing at that individual now busy unhitching the bronchos.
"And of course," continued Bracken, "green logs ain't any use for a real good house, so--and then--well, I happened to have a bunch of logs up the Big Horn.

I guess the boys floated 'em down." "Come away, Mrs.Cameron, and inspect your house," cried a stout, red-faced matron.

"I said they ought to await your coming to get your plans, but Mr.Smith said he knew a little about building and that they might as well go on with it.

It was getting late in the season, and so they went at it.

Come away, we're having a great time over it.