It was Ba'tiste, now lounging in the doorway, ready at a moment to give the alarm.

Houston turned hastily toward the file hook and began to turn the pages of the original copy which hung there.
A moment of searching and he leaned suddenly forward.

Messages were few from Tabernacle; it had been an easy matter for him to come upon the originals of the telegrams he sought, in spite of the fact that they had been sent more than two weeks before.

Already he was reading the first of the night letters: Barry Houston, Empire Lake Mill and Lumber Co., 212 Grand Building, Boston, Mass.
Please order six-foot saw as before.

Present one broken to-day through crystallization.
F.B.THAYER.
"That's one of 'em." Houston grunted the words, rather than spoke them.