unloading now."

Bannon walked back to the tracks, in time to see a handcar and trailer,
packed with men, come up the track and stop near at hand. The men at once
scattered, and brushing aside Bannon's laborers, they began replacing the
sections of fence. Bannon crossed to the section boss, who recognized him
and without comment handed him a telegraphed order.

"There's no getting around that," he said, when Bannon had read it.
"That's straight from the old man."

Bannon returned it, called Peterson, and hurried with him around the
elevator to find Max, who was overseeing the piling.

"What'll we do?" Peterson asked, as they ran; but Bannon made no reply
until the three were together. Then he said, speaking shortly:--

"Get the wire cable off one of your hoisting engines, Pete, and make one
end fast as high as you can on the spouting house. We'll run it across the
tracks, on a slope, down to this side. Max, you get a light rope and a
running block, and hang a hook on it."

"I see," said Max, eagerly. "You're going to run it over on a trolley."

"Yes. The engineers have gone, haven't they?"

"Went at five," said Peterson.

"That's all right. We'll only need the hoist at the spouting house. The
rest of it's just plain sliding down hill."