But it did not lie quite straight and even.

So Mike cut a short thick block, and all three stirred the heavy timber sufficiently to admit of the billet's insertion.
Then the chain was thrown down for another.
Jenny, harnessed only to a straight short bar with a hook in it, leaned to her collar and dug in her hoofs at the word of command.

The driver, close to her tail, held fast the slender steel chain by an ingenious hitch about the ever-useful swamp-hook.

When Jim shouted "whoa!" from the top of the skidway, the driver did not trouble to stop the horse,--he merely let go the hook.

So the power was shut off suddenly, as is meet and proper in such ticklish business.