At the end of the rollway the log collided with other logs and stopped with the impact of one bowling ball against another.
"Why, we hain't sorted out more'n a million feet of his logs," cried rollway Charlie.
Other men came—the ones who had fled from the rollway, their curiosity conquering their fear at the sight of the dead man.
The men congratulated him on his victory over the other teamster, rollway Charley.
