In the forests the loggers were tearing and slashing into all but the remnant of the 96 timber.
But, fortunately, none of the loggers glanced toward the window.
Just as they reached the door it was flung open by a noisy crowd of loggers.
The loggers were up, and clustered together at one side of the room.
The loggers sympathized with Brick, and offered him rude consolation.