Ranald's tree was much the bigger.

A single length would have been an ordinary load for the blacks, but their driver felt that their strength and spirit were both equal to much more than this.
He determined to clear away the whole tree at a single load.

As soon as he heard Farquhar's voice, he seized hold of the whiffletrees, struck his team a sharp blow with the lines--their first blow that day--swung them round to the top of the tree, ran the chain through its swivel, hooked an end round each of the top lengths, swung them in toward the butt, unhooked his chain, gathered all three lengths into a single load, faced his horses toward the pile, and shouted at them.

The blacks, unused to this sort of treatment, were prancing with excitement, and when the word came they threw themselves into their collars with a fierceness that nothing could check, and amid the admiring shouts of the crowd, tore the logs through the black soil and landed them safely at the pile.

It was the work of only a few minutes to unhitch the chain, haul the logs, one by one, into place, and dash back with his team at the gallop for the stumps, while Aleck had still another load of logs to draw.
Ranald's first stump came out with little trouble, and was borne at full speed to the pile.