The roar of the river filled the gorge, but its deep note was broken by the rattle of hammers, clash of shovels, and clang of thrown-down rails.
The sounds of keen activity stirred Festing's blood.

He had a touch of constructive genius, but lack of specialized training had forced him into the ranks of the pioneers.

Others must add the artistic finish and divide the prizes of ultimate victory; his part was to rough out the work and clear the way.

But he was satisfied with this, and something in him thrilled as he heard in the crash of a blasting charge man's bold challenge to the wilderness.

Kerr waited with a twinkle of understanding amusement while Festing looked about, and then took him up the hill.
"You have come back," he remarked.