"M'sieu', Carnac hates wearing those brass-toed boots," he said boldly.
The lumber-king looked at his boy acutely.

He blew his nose hard, with a bandana handkerchief.

Then he nodded towards the boy.
"He can suit himself about that," he said.
With accomplished deftness, with some sacking and two poles, a hasty but comfortable ambulance was made under the skilful direction of the river-master.

He had the gift of outdoor life.

He did not speak as he worked, but kept humming to himself.
"That's all right," he said, as he saw Denzil on the stretcher.