It bewildered Ben Swann.

It was dream-like, this sudden invasion.
"Now, who the devil are you ?" A match was scratched and held under his very nose, until Ben shrank back for fear that his splendid mustaches might ignite.

He found himself confronted by one of the largest men he had ever seen, a leonine face, vaguely familiar.
"You Lee Haines!" he gasped.

"What are you doin' here ?" "You're Swann, the foreman, aren't you ?" said Haines.

"Well, come out of your dream, man.