The Boss of Wind River The girl caught Joe’s arm. “It’s going out,Joe! It’s going out! Oh, see it pull!” THE BOSS OF WIND RIVER BY A. M. CHISHOLM ILLUSTRATIONS The girl caught Joe’s arm. “It’s going out, Joe! It’s going out! Oh, see it pull!” Miss Crooks came down the walk to meet him ... “I’m so glad to see you, Joe. I’ve been looking for you for days” Haggarty and Rough Shan, locked in a deadly grip, fought like bulldogs “There’s the line. Cross it to-night or try to scrap with McCane’s crew before I tell you to, and I’ll shut down” I As young Joe Kent entered the office of the Kent Lumber Company at nine o’clock he was conscious of a sudden pause in the morning’s work. He felt rather than saw that the eyes of every employee were fixed upon him with an interest he had never before excited. And the quality of this interest, as he felt it, was curiously composite. In it there was a new respect, but mingled with misgivings; a sympathy repressed by the respect; a very dubious weighing of him, a comparison, a sizing up—a sort of mental shake of the head, as if the chances were in favour of his proving decidedly light in the balance; and running through it all was a waiting expectancy, frankly tinged with curiosity. Kent nodded a somewhat embarrassed, comprehensive good morning, and as he did so a thick-set, grizzled man came forward and shook hands. This was Wright, the office and mill manager. “The personal and important mail is on your desk, Mr. Kent,” he said. “Later I suppose you will want to go into the details of the business.” “I expect Mr. Locke about ten o’clock,” Kent replied. “I thought we might have a little talk together then, if you have time.” Wright smiled
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