All right!" announced Tom.
"Get busy, girls," called Grace.
The Overlanders, dismounting, inhaled deeply of the air, heavily pungent with the odor of the pine, then set to work with a vim to pitch their camp.

Tom, in the meantime, climbed the bank to look at a huge pile of logs that lay on a skidway above their camping place.
"Someone got left last spring," he said upon his return to his companions.

"Those logs were cut last winter, but the water in the river last spring was evidently too low to float them down, so they must stay where they are until next spring awaiting the freshets.

The blocks will then be knocked from under the skidway and those hundreds of thousands of feet of timber will go thundering down into the river.

You will observe that they have cut a channel or 'travoy,' as it is called, through which the logs will roll after leaving the skidway, and pass on to the stream.