Part 8 (1/2)

”Let's have the shovel.”

Ted stood aside while Al took the implement. An old hand at this sort of thing, he probed expertly into corners that Ted had missed and lifted out shovelfuls of mud without splas.h.i.+ng his clothes at all. Ten minutes later he leaned on the shovel and inspected the spring, which in its present stage of construction was a muddy pool, four feet square by a little more than three deep, with the overflow still going down its natural channel.

”That'll do,” Al decided. ”Now for the plumbin'.”

He caught up a length of pipe, walked to the apple trees, inserted his pipe in a crotch and bent it into an 'L.' He bent it again, so that one end formed a gooseneck, and carried his pipe into the cabin. Al maneuvered one end through an already drilled hole in the floor, hung the gooseneck over the sink and used a metal clamp to fasten his pipe to the wall.

Ted marveled. His father had measured nothing, but the bent pipe fitted perfectly and the straight half of the 'L' lay flat on the ground beneath the cabin.

Ted asked,

”What now?”

”Let's eat.”

”Most sensible idea I've heard all day.”

They ate the sandwiches and drank the coffee they'd brought along while Tammie, sitting hopefully near, expertly caught and gobbled the crusts they tossed him. Then the two went back to work.

Taking a bit of soap from his pocket, Al soaped the threads on another length of pipe; filling the threads, the soap would prevent leaks. The two ”plumbers” then fitted this section into the pipe that protruded beneath the cabin and continued with additional lengths until they were within five feet of the spring.

Al cut that five-foot length off with a hack saw. He plugged the cut end with a piece of wood, started at a point about a foot below the top of the knoll and used the flat of his ax to drive the plugged section of pipe through so that it emerged a foot below the surface of the spring.

He screwed the short length into the already laid pipe and straightened.

”Now we're diggin' where there's taters!” he said cheerfully.

Catching up the shovel, he closed the spring's outlet with dirt and mud.

Then he rolled up his right sleeve, reached into the water and pulled the wooden plug out. A second time he straightened, grinning. ”If it don't work, it's a sign we did it wrong. Let's go see.”

They re-entered the cabin and stood expectantly near the sink. For a moment nothing happened. Then a series of choking gurgles and a rush of air came through the gooseneck. This was followed by a muddy trickle that subsided to a few drops. Then there was a violent surge of water that leveled off to a steady flow. Al and Ted looked triumphantly at each other.

”It works!” Al said.

”Running water yet!” Ted exulted, ”Even if it is muddy!”

”It'll clear itself in a few hours.”

”Don't you think we should have a faucet on this gooseneck?”

Al shook his head. ”Not in cold weather. It don't freeze 'cause it runs fast. Come spring, we may tie a faucet onto it.”

”What do we do now?”

”Go home. It's quittin' time.”

Ted was surprised to find that long evening shadows were slanting across the valleys. They had worked hard, and perhaps that had made the day seem so short. Only when they climbed back into the pickup for the ride home did he realize that he was very tired. He tickled Tammie's silken ears.

”Tomorrow's another day,” he murmured.