"Ah, _oui_!" Evidently Ba'tiste liked the expression.

"Eet shall not be until--what-you-say--the last dog, eet is dead.

Come! We will go into the forest.

Ba'tiste will show you things you should know." And to the old wagon again they went, to trail their way up the narrow road along the bubbling, wooden flume which led from the lake, to swerve off at the dam and turn into the hills again.

Below them, the great expanse of water ruffled and shimmered in the May sun; away off at the far end, a log slid down a skidway, and with a booming splash struck the water, to bury itself for a hundred feet, only to rise at last, and bobbing, go to join others of its kind, drifting toward the dam with the current of the stream which formed the lake.