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"Yes, there is pulp wood north of here." "I know it, because I've had some," said Clark, "but I want fifty thousand cords next May and seventy-five thousand the year after." Baudette felt in a way more at home, but he had never contemplated seventy-five thousand cords of wood. "Am I to go and take it?"
Next morning came a rap at his office door and Baudette entered, treading very lightly. Clark looked up and shook his head. "I haven't got any money yet." "I don't want any money." The gray eyes softened a little. "You're the only man I've met who doesn't. What is it?" Baudette pointed out of the window. Clark got up and glanced at the open space in front of the administration building.
Clark flattened out a big map of the district that obliterated the piles of letters and telegrams. Baudette's eyes brightened. He loved maps, but never before had he seen one so minute and comprehensive. "That's compiled from all available surveys and records. It took three months to make it. I was getting ready for you." Baudette nodded.
The others glanced over the tug's high bows and saw nearing them a great brown raft towed by a small puffing vessel. "Pulp wood, ten thousand cords there. It doesn't take long to chew it up at the rate we're going. I want to speak to Baudette."
When the lumberman finished he again unrolled the big map, but this time instead of the wavering red pencil line, there was the bold demarcation of a much greater area, which Belding's draughtsman had plotted in professional style. In the middle of it was the territory Baudette had previously indicated. "I thought we'd better be safe, and got this from the Government.
Up at the works the blast furnaces were vomiting flame and smoke, and the rail mill was nearly completed. Baudette was sending down train loads and rafts of wood, and at the iron mine dynamite was lifting thousands of tons of ore.
Here was the chance he had been waiting for all his life. And Clark had, by this time, labelled Baudette as a valuable and dependable man. He forthwith forgot all about him, and went back to the memory of Baudette's forefinger as it pushed its way up to the Magwa River. It flashed upon him that, in the course of a vehemently active life, he had built practically all things save one.
Beside the halfbreed he seemed to perceive Stoughton, and with Baudette he discerned the figure of Riggs, and so on till there were marshalled before him the whole battalion of those who were caught up in the onward march. He realized, without any hesitation, that should Baudette fail in his work, the magnificent bulk of the great pulp mill would be but a futile shell.
Following this his eyes rested contemplatively on the lumberman who sat still focussed on the map. "Come back in two weeks," he said suddenly. "Good morning." Baudette glanced at him, and went out so quietly that there was not the sound of a footstep. Clark's manner of speech and person had set him thinking as never before.
Marys, then, as though Baudette counted the miles, traversed the shore of Superior and turned into a great bay to the westward. At the belly of the bay the finger struck inland following a wide river, and halted in a triangle of land where the river forked. Baudette looked up and nodded. "Ah!" said Clark thoughtfully. "How much good wood is there?"
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