By eight
he had reported for work at Daly's mill, where, with the assistance
of a portion of the river crew, he was occupied in sorting the logs
in the booms. Not until six o'clock in the evening did the whistle
blow for the shut-down. Then he hastened home, to find that Newmark
had preceded him by some few moments and was engaged in conversation
with Grandma Orde. The young man was talking easily, though rather
precisely and with brevity. He nodded to Orde and finished his
remark.
After supper Orde led the way up two flights of narrow stairs to his
own room. This was among the gables, a chamber of strangely
diversified ceiling, which slanted here and there according to the
demands of the roof outside.
"Well," said he, "I've made up my mind to-day to go in with you. It
may not work out, but it's a good chance, and I want to get in
something that looks like money. I don't know who you are, nor how
much of a business man you are or what your experience is, but I'll
risk it."
"I'm putting in twenty thousand dollars," pointed out Newmark.
"And I'm putting in my everlasting reputation," said Orde. "If we
tell these fellows that we'll get out their logs for them, and then
don't do it, I'll be DEAD around here.
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