George told us how the snowslide came down and filled the head of the gorge with stones and broken trees, and wash-outs wrecked the line you built along its side.

He said it was a job for giants; clinging to the face of the precipice while you blew out and built on--under-pinning, isn't it ?--the first construction track.

But he declared the leaders were fine.

They were where the danger was, in the blinding rain and swirling snow--and the boys, as he called them, would always follow you." Festing colored, but Helen went on: "We were glad, when the worst was over, that he had had this training.

It was so clean a fight." "We were dirty enough often," Festing objected with an effort at humor.
"When things were humming we slept in our working clothes, which were generally stained with mud and engine grease.