Captain Sam entered the windmill shop about two o'clock one windy afternoon in the first week of March.

He was wearing a heavy fur overcoat and a motoring cap.

He pulled off the coat, threw it over a pile of boards and sat down.
"Whew!" he exclaimed.

"It's blowing hard enough to start the bark on a log." Jed looked up.
"Did you say log or dog ?" he asked, solemnly.
The captain grinned.

"I said log," he answered.