Then a fourth, a fifth; soon the number had run to a score, all within a small radius.
Ba'tiste, more excited than ever, ranged off into the woods, leaving Barry to dig at the trees about him and to discover even more metal buried in the hearts of the standing lumber.

For an hour he was gone, to return at last and stand staring about him.
"The spike, they are all in this little section," he said finally.

"I have cruise' all about here--there are no more." "But why should trees grow spikes ?" "Ah, why?
So that saws will break at the right time! Eet is easy for the iron hunter at the mill to look the other way--eef he knows what the boss want.

Eet is easy for the sawyer to step out of the way while the blade, he hit a spike!" A long whistle traveled over Houston's lips.

This was the explanation of broken saws, just at the crucial moment! "Simple, isn't it ?" he asked caustically.