At the office he tended van, kept the books, and looked after supplies.
He approached the skidway swiftly, laid his flexible rule across the face of each log, made a mark on his pine tablets in the column to which the log belonged, thrust the tablet in the pocket of his coat, seized a blue crayon, in a long holder, with which he made an 8 as indication that the log had been scaled, and finally tapped several times strongly with a sledge hammer.

On the face of the hammer in relief was an M inside of a delta.

This was the Company's brand, and so the log was branded as belonging to them.

He swarmed all over the skidway, rapid and absorbed, in strange contrast of activity to the slower power of the actual skidding.

In a moment he moved on to the next scene of operations without having said a word to any of the men.
"A fine t'ing!" said Mike, spitting.
So day after day the work went on.