I'm irresponsible, too, and they understand me.

They trust you, but you sometimes puzzle them.
Perhaps that accounts for the thing." Festing talked about something else until they went back to work.

Next morning he climbed the hill to a level bench where some of his men were busy hauling logs to the top of the skids.

It was easier to move the big trunks across the snow, and he had seized the opportunity to get some out, but was surprised when he saw the number ready to be sent down.
While he examined them, Charnock, sprinkled with dusty snow, came up, leading a heavy Percheron team.

They dragged a log into place, and then Charnock unhooked the chain and beat his hands.