She pulled the timber, heavy as an iron safe, here and there through the brush, missing no steps, making no false moves, backing, and finally getting out of the way of an unexpected roll with the ease and intelligence of Laveque himself.

In five minutes the burden lay by the travoy road.

In two minutes more one end of it had been rolled on the little flat wooden sledge and, the other end dragging, it was winding majestically down through the ancient forest.

The little Frenchman stood high on the forward end.

Molly stepped ahead carefully, with the strange intelligence of the logger's horse.