"Well, I guessed you would come.
After all, this is your job; it's here you belong." "That is so, in a sense," Festing dryly agreed.

"It looks as if my job was to get tired and wet and dirty while others got the dollars; but it's a job with different sides.

Farming's as much a part of it as this, and has very similar disadvantages." "There's an altruistic theory that the dollars don't count; but it's easier to believe when you draw your wages regularly, and I've known it break down when an engineer was offered a more lucrative post.

Anyhow, I reckon it's our business to make good, even if our pay isn't equal to our desserts, which happens pretty often when you work on the railroad." "If you work on a farm, you often don't get paid at all." Kerr laughed and indicated the pines that rolled up the hill in somber spires.
"Well, there's your raw material, and you won't have much trouble to bring the logs down, though you may find stopping them from plunging into the river a harder thing.

However, you have some notion of what you're up against, and I'll show you the plans and specifications when we get out of the rain." He stopped in front of a small log shack, and opening the door, beckoned Festing in.