He at once telegraphed to Vining, fully one hundred miles away, where he knew there were many people idle, for one hundred men who would not only come, but stay.

He preferred those who knew something about the business, but the first need was that the men would remain at their posts, and if necessary fight for their positions.

He guaranteed larger wages than he had ever paid experienced hands, but he wanted no man who would not help hold the fort against all comers.

The superintendent was on his mettle; he meant to win.
Having sent off this message, for which it cannot be denied, Harvey had every legal and moral warrant, he set out on a long tramp through the woods at the rear of Bardstown.

It was a crisp autumn day, and the long brisk walk did him much good.