"Try her, Matt.
Show us what you can do," called the men in chorus.

But the young man shook his head, and found something that needed his immediate attention.
All that morning at intervals the mountaineers urged the big fellow to attempt the feat, but he always put them off with some evasive reply, or was too busy to gratify them.
But after dinner, while the men were pitching horse shoes in front of the blacksmith shop, Buck Thompson approached the young engineer alone.

"Look a here, Matt," he said, "why don't you try that lift?
Durned me if I don't believe you'd fetch her." The young giant looked around; "I know I can, Buck; I lifted her yesterday while Dad fixed the blockin'; I always do it that way." Buck looked at him in amazement.

"Well, why in thunder don't you show th' boys, then ?" he burst forth at last.
"'Cause if I do Wash Gibbs'll hear of it sure, and I'll have to fight him to settle which is th' best man." "Good Lord!" ejaculated Buck, with a groan.

"If you're afraid o' Wash Gibbs, it's th' first thing I ever knowed you t' be scared o'." Young Matt looked his friend steadily in the eyes, as he replied; "I ain't afraid of Wash Gibbs; I'm afraid of myself.