"That's about right, in this part of the country, anyway."

"You get up a regular circus poster saying what you think of the G.&M.,
and call on the farmers to hitch up and drive to your lumber yard. We'll
stick that up at every crossroads between here and Manistogee."

Sloan was scribbling on a memorandum pad before Bannon had finished
speaking. He made a false start or two, but presently got something that
seemed to please him. He rang for his office boy, and told him to take it
to the Eagle office.

"It's got to be done in an hour," said Bannon. "That's when the procession
moves," he added, as Sloan looked at him questioningly.

The other nodded. "In an hour," he said to the office boy. "What are you
going to do in an hour?" he asked, as the boy went out.

"Why, it'll be four o'clock then, and we ought to start for Manistogee as
early as we can."

"We! Well, I should think not!" said Sloan.

"You're going to drive me over with that fast mare of yours, aren't you?"

Sloan laughed. "Look at it rain out there."

"Best thing in the world for a sand road," said Bannon. "And we'll wash, I
guess. Both been wet before."