strikes me that there's likely to be a devil of a lot of wheat coming into
Chicago before the year runs out; and if that's so, why, there's got to be
a place to put it when it gets here."

"Do they have to have an elevator to put it in?" asked Peterson. "Can't
they deliver it in the cars? I don't know much about that side of the
business."

"I should say not. The Board of Trade won't recognize grain as delivered
until it has been inspected and stored in a registered house."

"When would the house have to be ready?"

"Well, if I'm right, if they're going to put December wheat in this house,
they'll have to have it in before the last day of December."

"We couldn't do that," said Peterson, "if the cribbing was here."

Bannon, who had stretched out on the bed, swung his feet around and sat
up. The situation was not easy, but he had been sent to Calumet to get the
work done in time, and he meant to do it.

"Now, about this cribbing, Pete," he said; "we've got to have it before we
can touch the annex?"

"I guess that's about it," Peterson replied.

"I've been figuring a little on this bill. I take it there's something
over two million feet altogether. Is that right?"