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Updated: June 13, 2025
"You agreed with Heinzman to divide when you succeeded in foreclosing me out of the timber lands given as security. Furthermore you instructed Floyd to go out on the eve of that blow in spite of his warnings; and you contracted with McLeod for the new vessels; and you've tied us up right and left for the sole purpose of pinching us down where we couldn't meet those notes.
"Very well," said Newmark crisply, reaching for the contract. But Heinzman clung to it. "It is absurd," he repeated in a milder tone. "See, I vill strike it out." He did so with a few dashes of the pen. "We have no intention," stated Newmark with decision, "of giving you the chance to hang up our drive." Heinzman caught his breath like a child about to cry out.
Lambert, secretly overjoyed at this opportunity of exercising an unaccustomed and autocratic power, refused to see beyond his instructions. Heinzman's attitude puzzled Orde. A foreclosure could gain Heinzman no advantage of immediate cash. Orde was forced to the conclusion that the German saw here a good opportunity to acquire cheap a valuable property.
When finally Heinzman had driven sadly away, and the whole drive, "H" logs included, was pouring into the main boom, Orde stretched his arms over his head in a luxury of satisfaction. "That just about settles that campaign," he said to Newmark. "Oh, no, it doesn't," replied the latter decidedly. "Why?" asked Orde, surprised. "You don't imagine he'll do anything more?"
"Then I understand you to refuse our offer?" asked Newmark coolly. "Refuse! Yes! You and your whole kapoodle!" yelled Heinzman. He hopped down and followed them to the grill door, repeating over and over that he had been insulted. The clerks stared in amazement. Once at the foot of the dark stairs and in the open street, Orde looked up at the sky with a deep breath of relief.
Finding it had gone out, he laid the butt carefully on the ash tray at his elbow. "I'm not much used to giving advice," he went on, "least of all when it is at all likely to be taken. But I'll offer you some. Throw Heinzman over. Let him go to the pen. He's been crooked, and a fool." "That's what you'd do, I suppose," said Orde. "Exactly that.
"Well, McNeill he agreed to get a gang of bad ones from the Saginaw to run in on the river, and I heard Heinzman tell him to send 'em in to headwaters. And McNeill said, 'That's all right about the cash, Mr. Heinzman, but I been figgerin' on gettin' even with Orde for some myself." "Is that all?" inquired Orde. "That's about all," confessed Charlie.
"Go on," said Orde grimly. "Dere is no go on. Dot is all." "Why do you come to tell me now?" "Because for more than one year now I say to mineself, 'Carl Heinzman, you vas one dirty scoundrel. You vas dishonest; a sneak; a thief'; I don't like to call myself names like dose. It iss all righdt to be smart; but to be a thief!" "Why didn't you pull out?" asked Orde.
Although the lonesome tug Heinzman had on the work immediately picked up one end of the broken boom, and with it started out into the river, she found difficulty in making headway against the sweep of the logs. After a long struggle she reached the middle of the river, where she was able to hold her own. "Wonder what next?" speculated Orde.
"I'm going back to get it." "Not through my pooms!" cried Heinzman. "Mr. Heinzman," said Orde severely, "you are obstructing a navigable stream. I am doing business, and I cannot be interfered with." "But my logs!" cried the unhappy mill man. "I have nothing to do with your logs. You are driving your own logs," Orde reminded him. Heinzman vituperated and pounded the gunwale.
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