A. M. Chisholm, The Boss of Wind River — Chapter 20 (1911)
“ Slowly, with the calm certainty of irresistible might, the big drive was on its way. The logs ground at the anchor pier and thrust and bumped at it. The feeble rays of the upheld lanterns threw a short circle of light on the field of timber as it slid smoothly downstream. Joe's heart, for the first time, skipped a beat. The boom had gone out.McKenna leaped out on the moving logs. MacNutt caught him.“Come back, Dinny! What do you think you can do?”McKenna's seamed face was absolutely colourless as he turned to Joe.“He's right, Mr. Kent. I can't do a damned thing. It's my fault. ”
