But the next day had a different tale to tell.  The forester had increased Charley’s crew by four men, and a tougher looking lot Charley had never seen.  Rough, rugged, reckless mountaineers, there was not one of them who could not have picked Charley up and broken him in half with ease.  And one of them, a tall, surly fellow, was quite evidently bent on making trouble.

Charley’s knees almost shook under him when he faced the crew and realized that it was up to him to command and control these men.  Also he knew that he was lost if he showed any hesitation.  The instant the party reached the trail, therefore, Charley seized an axe.

“Let’s get at it, men,” he said, starting work himself.

“What do you want us to do?” asked the tall, surly looking chap.  The others gathered round to see what Charley would say.  And Charley realized that he was on trial with the men.

“You heard what the forester said,” he replied pleasantly.  “We’re to brush this trail out.  I want it made as good as it was when it was first completed.  Mr. Marlin said you were a mighty good crew and knew your business thoroughly.  So you don’t need any instructions from me.”

Evidently the reply tickled the men.  Charley saw one or two of them nudge their fellows and chuckle; and all of them looked slyly in the direction of the man who had asked the question.  Charley judged that the fellow was trying to make game of him and that the crew thought Charley had come out on top.  Charley did not mean to lose this slight initial advantage.

With his axe he began briskly chopping away the brush along the sides of the trail.  Here and there he noticed little bushes that had sprung up in the trail itself.

“I wish you would take a mattock,” he said to the man nearest him, “and grub out all the plants in the trail.  Take out all the roots and get everything clean down to mineral soil.”  To the others he said:  “We’ll chop up the brush fine and pile it right in the trail to burn on windless days.”

The crew fell to with a will and the work went forward briskly.  Presently they reached a place where the trail was badly overgrown.  Charley assigned two more men to grub up roots.  He was learning fast.  Most of the time he worked at the head of the gang, so he could see what was ahead, and be prepared for any new situation that arose.  But from time to time he walked back among the crew to see that the work was being done right.

Evidently the crew liked the way Charley was taking hold.  They worked cheerfully and skilfully.  That is, all did with the exception of the tall, surly fellow.  He seemed bent on annoying Charley, but Charley paid no attention to him.  At last, however, a situation arose that he dared not overlook.  The trail had originally been five feet wide, but the bushes, crowding in on either side, had greatly narrowed it.  The main reason for brushing out this trail at this time was to widen it again to its original size so as to make it an effective barrier against fire.  The tall laborer was deliberately neglecting to cut bushes that had sprung up within the original five-foot area.