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Atthismomentthecooksteppedintoview，and，makingatrumpetofhistwohands，sentacrossthewateralong，weird，andnotunmusicalcry。Themenatoncebeganslowlytodriftinthedirectionofthecamp。There，whenthetinplateshadallbeenfilled，andeachhadfoundaplacetohisliking，Ordeaddressedthem。Hismannerwascasualandconversational。
\"Boys，\"saidhe，\"theoldmossbackwhoownsthatdamhascomeuphereloadedtoscatter。He’sbuiltupthesillofthatgateuntilwecan’tgetadrawonthewater，andherefusestogive，lend，orsellustherighttocutherout。I’vemadehimeveryreasonableproposition，butallIgetbackisquotationsfromtheprophets。
Now，we’vegottogetthoselogsout——that’swhatwe’reherefor。A
finebunchofwhitewaterbirlerswe’dlookifwegothungupbyanoldmossbackinaplughat。JohnnySims，what’stheanswer？\"