He's the man we have both to satisfy in the end." They went to work up the hill in the melting snow, and soon their clothes were dripping and their long boots soaked.

At first, the logs vanished in the drifts through which they tried to roll them, and the horses slipped and floundered in the slush, but this flowed away and left a harder layer that was presently beaten firm.

The surface turned black and compressed into ice, and before long rows of heavy logs plunged down the skids.

Every moment must be turned to good account, and Festing stopped and went down reluctantly when Kerr sent for him.
"I've seen Norton and he thinks we ought to help you out," Kerr remarked.

"Though he argues from single instances, his judgment's often good, and he seems convinced you can be trusted because you saved a skip of his.