Dave was closeted with his foreman, Joel Dawson, receiving the day"s report.
"The tally"s eighty thousand," Dawson was saying.
Dave looked up from his books. His keen, humorous eyes surveyed the man"s squat figure.
"Not enough," he said.
"She"s pressing hard now," came the man"s rejoinder, almost defensively.
"She"s got to do twenty thousand more," retorted Dave finally.
"Then y"ll have to give her more saw room."
"We"ll see to it. Meanwhile shove her. How are the logs running? Is Mason keeping the length?"
"Guess he cayn"t do better. We ain"t handled nothin" under eighty foot."
"Good. They"re driving down the river fast?"
"The boom"s full, an" we"re workin" "em good an" plenty." The man paused. ""Bout more saw beds an" rollers," he went on a moment later.
"Ther" ain"t an inch o" s.p.a.ce, boss. We"ll hev to build."
Dave shook his head and faced round from his desk.
"There"s no time. You"ll have to take out the gang saws and replace them for log tr.i.m.m.i.n.g."
Dawson spat into the spittoon. He eyed the ugly, powerful young features of his boss speculatively while he made a swift mental calculation.
"That"ll mebbe give us eight thousand more. "Tain"t enough, I guess,"
he said emphatically. "Say, there"s that mill up river. Her as belongs to Jim Truscott. If we had her runnin" I "lows we"d handle twenty-five thousand on a day and night shift. Givin" us fifty all told."
Dave"s eyes lit.
"I"ve thought of that," he said. "That"ll put us up with a small margin. I"ll see what can be done. How are the new boys making? I"ve had a good report from Mason up on No. 1 camp. He"s transferred his older hands to new camps, and has the new men with him. He"s started to cut on Section 80. His estimate is ten million in the stump on that cut; all big stuff. He"s running a big saw-gang up there. The roads were easy making and good for travoying, and most of the timber is within half a mile of the river. We don"t need to worry about the "drive." He"s got the stuff plenty, and all the "hands" he needs. It"s the mill right here that"s worrying."
Dawson took a fresh chew.
"Yes, it"s the mill, I guess," he said slowly. "That an" this yer strike. We"re goin" to feel it--the strike, I mean. The engineers and firemen are going "out," I hear, sure."
"That doesn"t hit us," said Dave sharply. But there was a keen look of inquiry in his eyes.
"Don"t it?" Dawson raised his s.h.a.ggy eyebrows.
"Our stuff is merely to be placed on board here. The government will see to its transport."
The foreman shook his head.
"What o" them firemen an" engineers in the mill? Say, they"re mostly union men, an"----"
"I see." Dave became thoughtful.
"Guess that ain"t the only trouble neither," Dawson went on, warming.
"Strikes is h.e.l.l-fire anyways. Ther" ain"t no stoppin" "em when they git good an" goin". Ther"s folk who"d hate work wuss"n pizin when others, of a different craft, are buckin". I hate strikes, anyway, an"
I"ll feel a sight easier when the railroaders quits."
"You"re alarming yourself without need," Dave said easily, closing his books and rising from his seat. "Guess I"ll get to supper. And see you remember I look to you to shove her. Are you posting the "tally"?"
"Sure. They"re goin" up every shift."
A few minutes later the foreman took his departure to hand over to Simon Odd, who ran the mills at night. Dave watched him go. Then, instead of going off to his supper, he sat down again.
Dawson"s warning was not without its effect on him, in spite of the easy manner in which he had set it aside. If his mills were to be affected by the strike it would be the worst disaster that could befall--short of fire. To find himself with millions of feet coming down the river on the drive and no possibility of getting it cut would mean absolute ruin. Yes, it was a nasty thought. A thought so unpleasant that he promptly set it aside and turned his attention to more pleasant matters.
One of the most pleasant that occurred to him was the condition of things in the village. Malkern had already begun to boom as the first result of his sudden burst of increased work. Outside capital was coming in for town plots, and several fresh buildings were going up.
Addlestone Chicks, the dry-goods storekeeper, was extending his premises to accommodate the enormous increase in his trade. Two more saloons were being considered, both to be built by men from Calford, and the railroad had promised two mails a day instead of one.
Dave thought of these things with the satisfaction of a man who is steadily realizing his ambitions. It only needed his success for prosperity to come automatically to the village in the valley. That was it, his success. This thought brought to his mind again the matter of Jim Truscott"s mill, and this, again, set him thinking of Jim himself.
He had seen nothing of Jim since his meeting with him on the bridge, and the memory of that meeting was a dark shadow in his recollection.
Since that time two days had pa.s.sed, two days spent in arduous labor, when there had been no time for more than a pa.s.sing thought for anything else. He had seen no one outside of his mills. He had seen neither Betty nor her uncle; no one who could tell him how matters were going with the prodigal. He felt somehow that he had been neglectful, he felt that he had wrongfully allowed himself to be swamped in the vortex of the whirling waters of his labors. He had purposely shut out every other consideration.
Now his mind turned upon Betty, and he suddenly decided to take half an hour"s respite and visit Harley-Smith"s saloon. He felt that this would be the best direction in which to seek Jim Truscott. Five years ago it would have been different.
He rose from his seat and stretched his c.u.mbersome body. Young as he was, he felt stiff. His tremendous effort was making itself felt.
Picking up his pipe he lit it, and as he dropped the charred end of the match in the spittoon a knock came at the door. It opened in answer to his call, and in the half-light of the evening he recognized the very man whom he had just decided to seek.
It was Jim Truscott who stood in the doorway peering into the darkened room. And at last his searching eyes rested on the enormous figure of the lumberman. Dave was well in the shadow, and what light came in through the window fell full upon the newcomer"s face.
In the brief silence he had a good look at him. He saw that now he was clean-shaven, that his hair had been trimmed, that his clothes were good and belonged to the more civilized conditions of city life. He was good-looking beyond a doubt; a face, he thought, to catch a young girl"s fancy. There was something romantic in the dark setting of the eyes, the keen aquiline nose, the broad forehead. It was only the lower part of the face that he found fault with. There was that vicious weakness about the mouth and chin, and it set him pondering. There were the marks of dissipation about the eyes too, only now they were a hundredfold more p.r.o.nounced. Where before the rounded cheeks had once so smoothly sloped away, now there were puffings, with deep, unwholesome furrows which, in a man of his age, had no right to be there.
Jim was the first to speak, and his manner was almost defiant.
"Well?" he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed.
"Well?" responded Dave; and the newly-opened waters suddenly froze over again.
They measured each other, eye to eye. Both had the memory of their meeting two days ago keenly alive in their thought. Finally Jim broke into a laugh that sounded harshly.
"After five years" absence your cordiality is overwhelming," he said.
"I seem to remember meeting you on the bridge two days ago," retorted Dave.
Then he turned to his desk and lit the lamp. The mill siren hooted out its mournful cry. Its roar was deafening, and answered as an excuse for the silence which remained for some moments between the two men. When the last echo had died out Truscott spoke again. Evidently he had availed himself of those seconds to decide on a more conciliatory course.
"That"s nerve-racking," he said lightly.
"Yes, if your nerves aren"t in the best condition," replied Dave. Then he indicated a chair and both men seated themselves.
Truscott made himself comfortable and lit a cigar.