Then a touch on the arm and he followed Ba'tiste without.
The Canadian wandered thoughtfully about a moment, at last to approach a newly stacked pile of lumber and lean against it.

A second more and he drew something to his side and stared at it.
"Oh, ho!" came at last.

"M'sieu Houston, he will, what-you-say, fix the can on the sawyer." "Why ?" "First," said Ba'tiste quietly, "he waste a six-inch board on each slab-side he take off.

Un'stand?
The first cut--when the bark, eet is sliced off.

He take too much.