Overhead the
migratory warblers balanced right-side up or up-side down, searching
busily among the new leaves, uttering their simple calls. The air
was warm and soft and still, the sky bright. Fat hens clucked among
the grasses. A feel of Sunday was in the air.
"I must have something to live on," said he thoughtfully at last.
"So must I," said Newmark. "We'll have to pay ourselves salaries,
of course, but the smaller the better at first. You'll have to take
charge of the men and the work and all the rest of it--I don't know
anything about that. I'll attend to the incorporating and the
routine, and I'll try to place the stock. You'll have to see, first
of all, whether you can get contracts from the logging firms to
drive the logs."
"How can I tell what to charge them?"
"We'll have to figure that very closely. You know where these
different drives would start from, and how long each of them would
take?"
"Oh, yes; I know the river pretty well."
"Well, then we'll figure how many days' driving there is for each,
and how many men there are, and what it costs for wages, grub,
tools--we'll just have to figure as near as we can to the actual
cost, and then add a margin for profit and for interest on our
investment.
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