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The independent journals, uninformed of the rights of the case, either remained silent on the matter, or groped in a puzzled and undecided manner on both sides. Against this secret but effective organisation Newmark most unexpectedly found himself pitted. He had anticipated being absent but a week; he became involved in an affair of months. With decision he applied himself to the problem.
"I've got to hold her," replied Orde between his clenched teeth. "Have you seen Newmark? Where in HELL is Newmark? I need him for fifty things, and he's disappeared off the face of the earth! Purdy! that second cable! She's snapped a strand! Get a reinforcing line on her!" He ran in the direction of the new danger without another thought of Welton.
"No, but I will," said Newmark. Early in the fall the baby was born. It proved to be a boy. Orde, nervous as a cat after the ordeal of doing nothing, tiptoed into the darkened room. He found his wife weak and pale, her dark hair framing her face, a new look of rapt inner contemplation rendering even more mysterious her always fathomless eyes.
He struck a bell; and to the bookkeeper who answered he said: "John, bring me those Newmark and Orde papers." Orde heard the clang of the safe door. In a moment the clerk returned and handed to Lambert a long manilla envelope. Lambert opened this quite deliberately, spread its contents on his knee, and assumed a pair of round spectacles. Interest paid to January tenth.
"It took me some days to work it out in all its details; but I believe I understand it all now. I don't quite understand how you discovered about my California timber. That 'investigation' was a very pretty move." "How the devil did you get onto that?" cried Newmark, startled for a moment out of his cool attitude of cynical aloofness. "Then you acknowledge it?" shot in Orde quick as a flash.
It was as though his personality alone held in correlation these struggling forces; as though were he to relax for an instant his effort they would burst forth with the explosion of long-pent energies. Toward noon the piles gave out again. "Where in HELL is Newmark!" exploded Orde, and immediately was himself again, controlled and resourceful.
Some time in the night he was awakened by a persistent tapping on the door. In the woodsman's manner, he was instantly broad awake. He lit the gas and opened the door to admit Newmark, partially dressed over his night gown. "Orde," said he briefly and without preliminary, "didn't you tell me the other day that rollways were piled both on the banks and IN the river?" "Yes, sometimes," said Orde.
Newmark followed the work of the log-drive with great interest. All day long he tramped back and forth on jam one day, on rear the next. He never said much, but watched keenly, and listened to the men's banter both on the work and about the evening's fire as though he enjoyed it. Gradually the men got used to him, and ceased to treat him as an outsider.
"Seems to be," agreed the young man drily. "Well, I reckon we'll just have to worry along without him," remarked Orde, striking his steel caulks into the first log and preparing to cross out into the river where the work was going on. "Wait a minute," said the young fellow. "Have you any objections to my hanging around a little to watch the work? My name is Newmark Joseph Newmark.
When he had collected his statistics, he returned to his desk, where he filled the backs of several envelopes with his characteristically minute figures. At the close of his calculations he nodded his head vigorously several times. "Joe," he called across to his partner, "I'm going to cut that whole forty million we have left." Newmark did not turn.
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