This problem of conquering the Man-killer is growing monotonous.

I'm tired of pegging away at the same old task day in and day out." "Not quite as bad as that," Tom declared.

"There's always something a bit new.

If you want work to do right now, ride over and show those teamsters where you want them to put the logs that they're bringing up." This was far too little to satisfy Harry's longing for "doing things," but with a grunt he turned his horse's head and jogged away at a trot.
Tom moved in under the shade of the tree.
"Harry doesn't know enough to appreciate a good thing when he has it," softly laughed Tom, grateful for the scant bit of shade.

"Neither does he yet know that often times the brain works best when the body is at rest." Just then Tom heard a sudden shout from the distance, followed by a chorus of excited voices.
Instantly the young engineer's gaze turned toward the lately filled-in edge of the big sink.
A hundred feet beyond the light platform where some laborers had been working Reade beheld only the head and shoulders of one of the workmen.
"The foolish fellow--to go out so far beyond where the men are allowed to go!" gasped the young chief engineer, setting spurs to his horse.
In a few moments Tom had reached the edge of the sink.
"A rope!" he shouted, and seized the thirty-foot lariat that was handed him.