They stopped, and staring through the scraggly trees, made out the figures of half a dozen men busily at work upon the erection of a low, rambling building.

All about them were vast piles of lumber, two-by-fours, scantlings, boardings, shingles,--everything that possibly could be needed in the building of not one, but many structures.

Ba'tiste nodded.
"The new mill." "Yes.

Probably being built out of my lumber.

It's a cinch they didn't transport it all the way from Tabernacle." "Nor pay M'sieu Houston.