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As it was impossible in so great a mass of timbers, and in the haste of a pressing labour, to distinguish or discriminate against any single brand, Heinzman was in a fair way to get his logs sent down stream with practically no expense. "Vell, my boy," remarked the German quite frankly to Orde as they met on the road one day, "looks like I got you dis time, eh?"
Newspapers all over the State were pressed into service. These, bought up by Heinzman and his prospective partners in a lucrative business, spoke virtuously of private piracy of what are now called public utilities, the exploiting of the people's natural wealths, and all the rest of a specious reasoning the more convincing in that it was in many other cases only too true.
"Orde, you're all right on the river," said Newmark, with a dry little laugh, "but you're a babe in the woods at this game." "But Heinzman is honest," cried Orde. "Why, he is a church member, and has a class in Sunday-school." Newmark selected a cigar from his case, examined it from end to end, finally put it between his lips. The corners of his mouth were twitching quietly with amusement.
That was to him the sole criterion. It did not matter to him that Mr. Heinzman controlled the largest interests in the western part of the state he "couldn't hit a balloon"; nor that young Wellman was looked upon as worthless and a loafer he was well up among the first five. Nearly everybody smoked something. The tobacco smelled good in the open air.
Heinzman laughed with assumed lightness. "Suppose I fool you," said he. "I guess I joost keep it for mineself." Newmark looked at him coldly. "I wouldn't," he advised. "You may remember the member from Lapeer County in that charter fight? And the five hundred dollars for his vote? Try it on, and see how much evidence I can bring up.
"Now, let's see your memoranda," said Newmark. He frowned over the three simple items for some time. "It's got me," he confessed at last. "What?" inquired Orde. "What Heinzman is up to." "What do you mean?" asked Orde, turning in his chair with an air of slow surprise. "It all looks queer to me. He's got something up his sleeve. Why should he take a bond with that security from us?
Weather conditions were phenomenal and perfect. All up and down the river the work went with that vim and dash that is in itself an assurance of success. The Heinzman affair, which under auspices of evil augury might have become a serious menace to the success of the young undertaking, now served merely to add a spice of humour to the situation.
When the jam of the drive had descended the river as far as this, Orde found that Heinzman had not yet begun to break out. Hardly had Orde's first crew passed, however, when Heinzman's men began to break down the logs into the drive. Long before the rear had caught up, all Heinzman's drive was in the water, inextricably mingled with the sixty or eighty million feet Orde had in charge.
He had long since taken Heinzman's measure, as, indeed, he had taken the measure of every other man with whom he did or was likely to do business. "Heinzman," said he abruptly, "my partner wants to raise seventy-five thousand dollars for his personal use. I have agreed to get him that money from the firm." Heinzman sat immovable, his round eyes blinking behind his big spectacles.
"What deal?" asked Newmark, after a barely perceptible pause. "This arrangement you made with Heinzman." "I borrowed some money from Heinzman for the firm." "Yes; and you supplied that money yourself." Newmark's eyes narrowed, but he said nothing. Orde glanced toward him, then away again, as though ashamed. "Well," said Newmark at last, "what of it?"
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