"
"Every mornin' for thirty years, 'ceptin' when we was shut down for
repairs," Dan continued, "I've looked through that winder, when John
Cardigan wasn't away from Sequoia, to watch him git to his office on
time. He's there when the whistle blows, clear up to the time his
eyes go back on him, an' then he arrives late once or twice on
account o' havin' to go careful. This mornin', for the first time in
fifty year, he stays in bed; but--his son has the key in the office
door when the whistle blows, an'--"
Dan Kenyon paused abruptly; the hum of conversation ceased, and
silence fell upon the room as Bryce Cardigan strolled in the door,
nodded to the men, and slid in on the bench to a seat beside the head
sawyer.
"Hello, Dan--hello, Zeb," he said and shook hands with each. "I'm
mighty glad to see you both again. Hello, everybody. I'm the new
boss, so I suppose I'd better introduce myself--there are so many new
faces here. I'm Bryce Cardigan."
"Yes," Zeb Curry volunteered, "an' he's like his daddy. He ain't
ashamed to work with his men, an' he ain't ashamed to eat with his
men, nuther. Glad you're back with us again, boy--mighty glad. Dan,
here, he's gittin' slacker'n an old squaw with his work an' needs
somebody to jerk him up, while the rest o' these here--"
"I noticed that about Dan," Bryce interrupted craftily.
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