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On Sunday morning he was up before his room-mate, and when the latter came out the front door of the Quarter-house he was waiting for him. “Yes, but there is a lot more to forestry than that. I’d like to show you some day how modern logging is done.” “Oh, it’s nothing I can talk about,” returned the other and buried his face in his hands..
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The work on the dam had gone smoothly since Mr. Whitney had taken the job over. Except for minor accidents, nothing really bothersome had happened to delay the work in any way, yet Bob, who was now constantly with the Chief, realized that something was bothering the man he was so fond of. Gone was the half chummy, half paternal air of Mr. Whitney. He was irritable and not at all himself. “It seems to me we’re going to get that trouble right now,” said Bob. “As soon as this narrows a little bit, if it doesn’t get deeper I bet we’ll have rapids with a vengeance.” Blue Beard began to roar so loudly that the whole house shook again. The poor wife went down and threw herself at his feet with weeping eyes and dishevelled hair. "It is of no use," said Blue Beard; "you must die!" Then, taking her by the hair with one hand, and raising the cutlass with the other, he was about to cut off her head. “You?” gasped Bob. “You? What are you doing here? To tell us that the dirty work you started is successful?”.
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