He looked up as he heard a board hit the floor, and restrained himself from going out of his office to see what they were up to. At least they aren't using any power tools, he thought. I doubt I'd be able to concentrate at all if they were using circular saws to cut the boards for the railing. He flipped to the next page in the book—the colt had continued on his journey and was meeting something that looked like a  buffalo. Dale dipped the quill in the ink and began writing its name in his notes.