One-twelve's crew got the men up.

The plow's smashed to nothing.

Fifty-three thousand dollars' worth of junk now.
Wait a minute--here's Denver." Again one of those agonizing waits, racking to the two men whose future depended largely upon the happenings atop the range.

Far on the other side, fighting slowly upward, was a freight train containing flatcar after flatcar loaded with the necessary materials of a large sawmill.
True, June was yet two months away.

But months are short when there is work to do, when machinery must be installed, and when contracts are waiting.