"Joe," he called across to his partner, "I"m going to cut that whole forty million we have left."
Newmark did not turn. After a moment his dry expressionless voice came back.
"I thought that we figured that as a two-years" job."
"We did, but I"m going to clean up the whole thing this year."
"Do you think you can do it?"
"Sure thing," replied Orde. Then under his breath, and quite to himself, he added: "I"ve got to!"
x.x.xVII
The duel had now come to grapples. Orde was fighting for his very life.
The notes given by Newmark and Orde would come due by the beginning of the following summer. Before that time Orde must be able to meet them personally, or, as by the agreement with Newmark, his stock in the Boom Company would be turned in to the firm. This would, of course, spell nearly a total loss of it, as far as Orde was concerned.
The chief anxiety under which the riverman laboured, however, was the imminent prospect of losing under the mortgage all the Northern Peninsula timber. He had thought that the firm would be able to step in for its redemption, even if he personally found himself unable to meet the obligation. Three hundred million feet would seem to be too important a matter to let go under so small a mortgage. Now as the time approached, he realised that if he could not pay the notes, the firm would certainly be unable to do so. What with the second mortgage, due two years later, and to be met by Newmark; with the outstanding obligations; with the new enterprise of the vessels ordered from Duncan McLeod, Newmark and Orde would be unable to raise anything like the necessary amount. To his personal anxieties Orde added a deep and bitter self-reproach at having involved his partner in what amounted to a total loss.
Spurred doubly by these considerations, then, he fell upon the woods work with unparalleled ferocity. A cut and sale of the forty million feet remaining of the firm"s up-river holdings, together with the tolls to be collected for driving the river that spring would, if everything went right and no change in the situation took place, bring Orde through the venture almost literally by "the skin of his teeth." To cut forty million feet, even in these latter days of improvements then unknown, would be a task to strain to the utmost every resource of energy, pluck, equipment and organisation. In 1880-81 the operators on the river laughed good-humouredly over an evident madness.
Nevertheless Orde accomplished the task. To be sure he was largely helped by a favourable winter. The cold weather came early and continued late. Freezing preceded the snow, which was deep enough for good travoying and to a.s.sure abundant freshet water in the spring, but not too deep to interfere with the work. Orde increased his woods force; and, contrary to his custom, he drove them mercilessly. He was that winter his own walking-boss, and lived constantly in the woods. The Rough Red had charge of the banking, where his aggressive, brutal personality kept the rollways free from congestion. For congestion there means delay in unloading the sleighs; and that in turn means a drag in the woods work near the skidways at the other end of the line. Tom North and Tim Nolan and Johnny Sims and Jim Denning were foremen back in the forest. Every one had an idea, more or less vague, that the Old Fellow had his back to the wall. Late into the night the rude torches, made quite simply from brown stone jugs full of oil and with wicks in their necks, cast their flickering glare over the ice of the haul-roads. And though generally in that part of Michigan the thaws begin by the first or second week in March, this year zero weather continued even to the eighth of April. When the drive started, far up toward headwaters, the cut was banked for miles along the stream, forty million feet of it to the last timber.
The strain over, Orde slept the clock around and awoke to the further but familiar task of driving the river. He was very tired; but his spirit was at peace. As always after the event, he looked back on his anxieties with a faint amus.e.m.e.nt over their futility.
From Taylor he had several communications. The lawyer confessed himself baffled as to the purpose and basis of the Land Office investigation.
The whole affair appeared to be tangled in a maze of technicalities and a snarl of red-tape which it would take some time to unravel. In the meantime Taylor was enjoying himself; and was almost extravagant in his delight over the climate and attractions of Southern California.
Orde did not much care for this delay. He saw his way clear to meeting his obligations without the necessity of hypothecating the California timber; and was the better pleased for it. With the break-up of spring he started confidently with the largest drive in the history of the river, a matter of over two hundred million feet.
This tremendous ma.s.s of timber moved practically in three sections. The first, and smallest, comprised probably thirty millions. It started from the lowermost rollways on the river, drove rapidly through the more un.o.bstructed reaches, and was early pocketed above Monrovia in the Company"s distributing booms. The second and largest section of a hundred million came from the main river and its largest tributaries. It too made a safe drive; and was brought to rest in the main booms and in a series of temporary or emergency booms built along the right bank and upstream from the main works. The third section containing a remainder of about seventy million had by the twenty-sixth of June reached the slack water above the city of Redding.
x.x.xVIII
The morning of June twenty-sixth dawned clear. Orde was early on the road before the heat of the day. He drove his buckboard rapidly over the twelve miles that separated his home from the distributing booms, for he wanted at once to avoid the heat of the first sun and to arrive at the commencement of the day"s work. After a glance at the river, he entered the tiny office and set about the examination of the tally sheets left by the foreman. While he was engaged in this checking, the foreman, Tom North, entered.
"The river"s rising a little"? he remarked conversationally as he reached for the second set of tally boards.
"You"re crazy," muttered Orde, without looking up. "It"s clear as a bell; and there have been no rains reported from anywhere."
"It"s rising a little, just the same," insisted North, going out.
An hour later Orde, having finished his clerical work, walked out over the booms. The water certainly had risen; and considerably at that. A decided current sucked through the interstices in the piling. The penned logs moved uneasily.
"I should think it was rising!" said Orde to himself, as he watched the slowly moving water. "I wonder what"s up. It can"t be merely those rains three days ago."
He called one of the younger boys to him, Jimmy Powers by name.
"Here, Jimmy," said he, "mark one of these piles and keep track of how fast the water rises."
For some time the river remained stationary, then resumed its slow increase. Orde shook his head.
"I don"t like June floods," he told Tom North. "A fellow can understand an ordinary spring freshet, and knows about how far it will go; but these summer floods are so confounded mysterious. I can"t figure out what"s struck the old stream, unless they"re having almighty heavy rains up near headwaters."
By three o"clock in the afternoon Jimmy Powers reported a rise since morning of six inches. The current had proportionately increased in power.
"Tom," said Orde to the old riverman, "I"m going to send Marsh down for the pile-drivers and some cable. The barge company has some fifteen inch manilla."
North laughed.
"What in blazes do you expect to do with that?" he inquired.
"We may need them," Orde stated with conviction. "Everything"s safe enough now; and probably will continue so; but I can"t afford to take chances. If those logs ever break through they"ll go on out to Lake Michigan and there they wouldn"t be worth the salvage."
Tom North stared at his princ.i.p.al in surprise.
"That"s a mighty long chance," he commented. "Never knew you to come so near croaking before, Jack."
"If this drive goes out, it surely busts me," replied Orde, "and I"m not taking even long chances."
Captain Marsh, returning with the SPRITE, brought an evening paper and news from the telegraph offices. A cloudburst in the China Creek district followed by continued heavy rains was responsible for the increased water. The papers mentioned this only incidentally, and in explanation. Their columns were filled with an account of the big log jam that had formed above the iron railroad bridge. The planing mill"s booms had given way under pressure and the contents had piled down stream against the b.u.t.tresses. Before steps could be taken to clear the way, the head of the drive, hurried by the excess water, had piled in on top. Immediately a jam formed, increasing in weight each moment, until practically the entire third section had piled up back of the bridge.
The papers occupied themselves with the picturesque side of the affair.
None expressed any anxiety as to the bridge. It was a new structure, each of whose bents weighed over a hundred tons. A fall of a few inches only would suffice to lock the jam solidly, thus relieving whatever pressure the ma.s.s exerted against the iron bridge. That the water would shortly go down was of course inevitable at this time of year. It would be a big jam for the rivermen to break, however.
"Do you think you"ll go up there?" asked North.
Orde shook his head.
"They"re in a nice pickle," he acknowledged; "but Nolan"s in charge and will do his best. I think we may have troubles of our own right here at home."
He slept that night at the booms. The water, contrary to all expectation, rose steadily. By morning it had crept so far up the piles that there began to be danger that it would overflow their tops. In that case, of course, the logs in the booms would also run out.
"Guess it"s time we did a little work," remarked Orde.
He set a crew of men to raising the height of the piling by tying logs firmly to the bolted timbers atop. This would take care of an extra two feet of water; a two feet beyond all previous records. Another crew stretched the fifteen inch manilla cables across the field of logs in order to segregate them into several units of ma.s.s, and so prevent them from piling up at the down-stream end of the enclosure. The pile-driver began to drop its hammer at spots of weakness. In spite of the accelerated current and the increased volume of the river, everything was soon shipshape and safe.
"We"re all right now," said Orde. "The only thing I"m a little uneasy about is those confounded temporary booms upstream. Still they"re all right unless they get to piling up. Then we"ll have to see what we can do to hold them. I think as soon as the driver is through down at the sorting end, she"d better drive a few clumps of piles to strengthen the swing when it is shut. Then if the logs pile down on us from above, we can hold them there."
About two hours later the pile-driver moved up. The swing was opened; and the men began to drive clumps of piles in such a position as to strengthen the swing when the latter should be shut. It was a slow job. Each pile had to be taken from the raft at the stern of the scow, erected in the "carrier," and pounded into place by the heavy hammer raised and let drop in the derrick at the bow.