Orde，aftertherearwaswellstarted，patrolledthelengthofthedriveinhislightbuckboard。Hehadafirst—classteamofyounghorses——high—spirited，somewhatfractious，butcapableonapinchoftheirhundredmilesinaday。Hehandledthemwellovertheroughcorduroysandswamproads。Fromjamtorearandbackagainhetravelled，pausingontheriverbankstoconverseearnestlywithoneoftheforemen，surveyingthesituationwiththebird’s—eyeviewofthegeneral。Attimesheremainedatonecampforseveraldayswatchingthetrendofthework。Theimprovementsmadeduringtheprecedingsummergavehimthegreatestsatisfaction，especiallytheapronatthefalls。
　　"We’dhavehadadozenbadjamsherebeforenowwithalltheselogsintheriver，"saidhetoTimNolan，whowasinchargeofthatbeat。
　　"Andasitis，"saidTim，"we’vehadbuttheonelittlewingjam。"
　　Thepierstodefinethechannelalongcertainshallowsalsosavedtherearcrewmuchlabourinthematterofstrandedlogs。
　　Everythingwasverysatisfactory。EvenoldmanReedheldtohischastenedattitude，andmadenotrouble。Infact，heseemedgladtoturnanhonestpennybyboardingthesmallcrewinchargeofsluicingthelogs。
　　NotroublewasexperienceduntilHeinzman’srollwayswerereached。
　　HereOrdehad，ashehadpromisedhispartner，boomedafreechanneltopreventHeinzmanfromfillinguptheentireriver—bedwithhisrollways。Whenthejamofthedrivehaddescendedtheriverasfarasthis，OrdefoundthatHeinzmanhadnotyetbeguntobreakout。
　　HardlyhadOrde’sfirstcrewpassed，however，whenHeinzman’smenbegantobreakdownthelogsintothedrive。Longbeforetherearhadcaughtup，allHeinzman’sdrivewasinthewater，inextricablymingledwiththesixtyoreightymillionfeetOrdehadincharge。
　　Thesituationwasplain。AllHeinzmannowhadtodowastoretainasmallcrew，whichshouldfollowaftertherearinordertosackwhatlogsthelattershouldleavestranded。Thisamountedpracticallytonothing。Asitwasimpossibleinsogreatamassoftimbers，andinthehasteofapressinglabour，todistinguishordiscriminateagainstanysinglebrand，Heinzmanwasinafairwaytogethislogssentdownstreamwithpracticallynoexpense。
　　"Vell，myboy，"remarkedtheGermanquitefranklytoOrdeastheymetontheroadoneday，"lookslikeIgotyoudistime，eh？"
　　Ordelaughed，alsowithentiregood—humour。
　　"Ifyoumeanyourlogsaregoingdownwithours，whyIguessyouhave。Butyoupastethisinyourhat：you’regoingtokeepawfulbusy，andit’sgoingtocostyousomethingyettoget’emdown。"
　　ToNewmark，ononeofhisoccasionalvisitstothecamps，Ordedetailedthesituation。
　　"Itdoesn’tamounttomuch，"saidhe，"exceptthatitcomplicatesmatters。We’llmakehimscratchgravel，ifwehavetositupnightsandworkovertimetodoit。Wecan’tinjurehimorleavehislogs，butwecanannoyhimalot。"
　　Thestateofaffairswasperfectlywellknowntothemen，andtheentireriverenteredintothespiritofthecontest。Thedriverskeptasharplookoutfor"H"logs，andwheneverpossiblethrustthemasideintoeddiesandbackwaters。This，ofcourse，merelymadeworkforthesackersHeinzmanhadleftabovetherear。Soontheywereinchargeofaveryfairlittledriveoftheirown。Theirlotwasnotenviable。Indeed，onlythepressureofworkpreventedsomeofthemoreaggressiveofOrde’srear——amongwhomcouldbenumberedtheRoughRed——fromgoingbackand"cleaningout"thisimpertinentbandofhangers—on。Onedaytwoofthelatter，conductingthejamoftheminiaturedriveastern，camewithinreachoftheRoughRed。Thelatterhadlingeredinhopesofrescuinghispeavy，whichhadgoneoverboard。Toloseone’speavyis，amongrivermen，themostmortifyingdisgrace。Consequently，theRoughRedwasinafitmoodfortrouble。Heattackedthetwosingle—handed。Adesperatebattleensued，whichlastedupwardofanhour。Thetworivermenpunched，kicked，andbatteredtheRoughRedinamannertotearhisclothes，deprivehimtosomeextentofredwhiskers，bloodyhisface，cuthisshoulder，andknockloosetwoteeth。TheRoughRed，morethantheequalofeithermansingly，hadreciprocatedinkind。Orde，drivingintowardtherearfromadetourtoavoidaswamp，heard，anddescendedfromhisbuckboard。Tyinghishorsestotrees，hemadehiswaythroughthebrushtothesceneofconflict。Sowindedandweariedwerethebelligerentsbynowthathehadnodifficultyinseparatingthem。Hesurveyedtheirwreckswithasardonichalfsmile。
　　"Icallthisadraw，"saidhefinally。Hisattitudebecamethreateningasthetwoup—rivermen，recoveringsomewhat，showeduglysymptoms。"Git！"hecommanded。"Scat！Iguessyoudon’tknowme。I’mJackOrde。JimmyandItogethercoulddoadozenofyou。"
　　Hemenacedthemuntil，muttering，theyhadturnedaway。
　　"Well，Jimmy，"saidhehumorously，"youlookasifyou’dbeenrunthroughathrashingmachine。"
　　"Thosefellersmakemesick！"growledtheRoughRed。
　　Ordelookedhimoveragain。
　　"Youlooksick，"saidhe。
　　Whenthebuckboarddrewintocamp，OrdesentBourkeawaytorepairdamageswhilehecalledthecookeetohelpunpackseveralheavyboxesofhardware。Theyprovedtocontainaboutthirtysmallhatchets，wellsharpened，andeachwithaleatherguard。Whentherearcrewhadcomeinthatnight，Ordedistributedthehatchets。
　　"Boys，"saidhe，"whileyou’reonthework，Iwantyoualltokeepawatch—outforthese"H"logs，andwheneveryoustrikeoneIwantyoutoblazeitplainly，sotherewon’tbeanymistakeaboutit。"
　　"Whatfor？"askedoneoftheSaginawmenashereceivedhishatchet。
　　Buttherivermanwhosquattednextnudgedhimwithhiselbow。
　　"ThelessquestionsyouaskJack，themoreanswersyou’llget。Justdowhatyou’retoldtoonthisriverandyou’llseefunsure。"
　　ThreedayslatertherearcrewranintotheheadofthepondaboveReed’sdam。Toeveryone’ssurprise，Ordecalledahaltontheworkandannouncedaholiday。
　　Now，holidaysareunknownondrive。Barelyistimeallowedforeatingandsleeping。Nevertheless，allthatdaythemenlayaboutincompleteidleness，smoking，talking，sleepinginthewarmsun。
　　Theriver，silencedbytheclosedsluice—gates，sleptalso。Thepondfilledwithlogs。Fromabove，thecurrent，aidedbyafairwind，wasdrivingdownstillotherlogs——theforerunnersofthelittledriveastern。Atsightofthese，someofthemengrumbled。
　　"We’relosin’whatwemade，"saidthey。"Weleftthemlogs，andsorted’emoutoncealready。"
　　Ordesentacoupleofaxe—mentoblazethenewcomers。Alittlebeforesundownheorderedthesluice—gatesofthedamopened。
　　"Nightwork，"saidthementooneanother。Theyknew，ofcourse，thatinsluicinglogs，thegatemustbeopenacoupleofhoursbeforethesluicingbeginsinordertofilltheriver—bedbelow。
　　Logsrunaheadfasterthanthewaterspreads。
　　Sureenough，aftersupperOrdesuddenlyappearedamongthem，thewell—knowndevilofmischiefdancinginhiseyesandbroadeninghisgood—naturedface。
　　"Getorganised，boys，"saidhebriskly。"We’vegottogetthispondallsluicedbeforemorning，andthere’senoughofusheretohustleitrightalong。"
　　Thementooktheirplaces。Ordemovedhereandthere，givinghisdirections。
　　"Sluicethrougheverythingbutthe"H"logs，"hecommanded。"Workthemofftotheleftandleavethem。"
　　Twilight，thendark，fell。Afterafewmomentsthemoon，thenjustpastitsfull，rosebehindthenew—buddingtrees。Thesluicing，undertheimpetusofabigcrew，wentrapidly。
　　"Ibetthere’smightynearamillionanhourgoingthroughthere，"
　　speculatedOrde，watchingthesmooth，swift，butburdenedwatersofthechute。
　　Andinthisworkthemendistinguishedeasilythenewwhiteblaze—
　　marksonHeinzman’slogs；sotheywereablewithouthesitationtoshuntthemonesideintothesmootherwater，asOrdehadcommanded。
　　Abouttwoo’clockthelastlogshotthrough。
　　"Now，boys，"saidOrde，"tearoutthebooms。"
　　Thechutetothedamwasapproached，ashasbeenearlierexplained，bytworowsofboomsarrangedinaV，orfunnel，theapexofwhichemptiedintothesluice—way，andthewide，projectingarmsofwhichembracedthewidthofthestream。Thelogs，floatingdownthepond，werethusconcentratedtowardthesluice。Also，therivermen，walkingbackandforththelengthofthebooms，wereableeasilytokeepthedrivemoving。
　　Now，however，Ordeunchainedtheseboomlogs。Themenpushedthemashore。Thereasmanyascouldfindroomoneithersidetheboom—
　　polesclampedintheirpeavies，and，usingtheseimplementsashandles，carriedtheboomssomedistancebackintothewoods。Theneverybodytrampedbackandforth，roundandabout，toconfusethetrail。Ordewaslikeamischievousboyataschoolprank。Whenthelasttimberhadbeenconcealed，helifteduphisdeepvoiceinaroarofjoy，inwhichthecrewjoined。
　　Nowlet’sturninforalittlesleep，"saidbe。
　　Thissituation，perhapsalittlecloudyinthereader’smind，wouldhaveclearedcouldhehavelookedoutoverthedampondthefollowingmorning。TheblazedlogsbelongingtoHeinzman，driftingslowly，hadsuckeddownintothecornertowardthepowercanalwhere，caughtagainstthegrating，theyhadjammed。Theselogswouldhavetobefloatedsingly，andpushedonebyoneagainstthecurrentacrossthepondandintotheinfluenceofthesluice—gate。
　　Someofthemwouldbehardtocomeat。
　　"Iguessthatwillkeepthembusyforadayortwo，"commentedOrde，ashefollowedthereardowntowhereitwassackingbelowthedam。
　　This，asOrdehadsaid，wouldbesufficientlyannoyingtoHeinzman，butwouldhavelittlerealeffectonthemainissue，whichwasthattheGermanwasgettingdownhislogswithacrewoflessthanadozenmen。Nevertheless，Orde，inavastspiritoffun，tookdelightininventingandexecutingpracticaljokesofthegeneralsortjustdescribed。Forinstance，atonespotwherehehadboomedthedeeperchannelfromtherocksoneitherside，heshuntedasmanyofHeinzman’slogsascamebyhandilythroughanopeninghehadmadeinthebooms。Theretheygroundedontheshallows——moreworkforthemenfollowing。Manyofthelogsinchargeofthelatter，however，catchingthefreecurrent，overtooktherear，sothatthenumberofthe"H"logsinthedrivewasnotmateriallydiminished。
　　Atfirst，ashasbeenhinted，thesevarioustacticshadlittleeffect。Oneday，however，thechoreboy，whohadbeenovertoSpruceRapidsaftermail，reportedthatanadditionalcrewoftwentyhadbeensentintoHeinzman’sdrive。Thiswasgratifying。
　　"We’remakinghimscratchgravel，boys，anyway，"saidOrde。
　　Themenenteredintothespiritofthething。Infact，theirenthusiasmwasalmosttooexuberant。Ordehadconstantlytonegativenewandingeniousschemes。
　　"No，boys，"saidhe，"Iwanttokeepontherightsideofthelaw。
　　Wemayneeditlater。"
　　Meanwhiletheentirelengthoftheriverwasbusyandexcited。
　　Heinzman’slogswereallblazedinsideaweek。Themenpassedthehatchetsalongtheline，andslimchancedidamarkedloghaveofrescueoncethepoorthingfellintodifficulties。Withthestrangeandinterestingtendencyrivermenandwoodsmenhaveofpersonifyingtheelementsoftheirdailywork，themenaddressedthehelplesstimbersintonesofcontempt。
　　"Thoughtyou’dridethatrock，you————————————，"saidthey，"andgotleft，didyou？Well，liethereandbe————toyou！"
　　Andifchanceoffered，andtimewasnotpressing，therivermanwouldgivehishelplessvictimajerkorsointoamoredifficultposition。Timesofrisingwater——whenthesluice—gatesabovehadbeenopened——werethemostprolificofopportunities。Logsrarelyjamonrisingwater，forthesimplereasonthatconstantlythesurfaceareaoftheriverisincreasing，thustendingtoseparatethelogs。Ontheotherhand，fallingwater，tendingtocrowdthedriveclosertogether，isespeciallyprolificoftrouble。
　　Therefore，onfloodwaterthewatchersscatteredalongthestretchesoftheriverhadlittletodo——savestrandHeinzman’slogsforhim。
　　Andwhenfloodwaterhadpassed，someofthoselogswerecertainlyhighanddry。
　　Uptoacertainpointthiswasallverywell。Ordetookpainsnottocountenanceitofficially，andcausedwordtobepassedabout，thatwhilehedidnotexpecthismentohelpdriveHeinzman’slogs，theymustnotgooutoftheirwaytostrandthem。
　　"Ifthingsgettoobad，he’llhavespiesdownheretocollectevidenceonus，"saidOrde，"andhe’lljugsomeofusforinterferencewithhisproperty。Wedon’towntheriver。"
　　"Howaboutthembooms？"askedtheRoughRed。
　　"Ididownthem，"explainedOrde，"andIhadarighttotakethemupwhenIhadfinishedwiththem。"
　　Thishintwasenough。Themendidnotceasefromalabourthattickledthemmightily，buttheyadoptedacodeofsignals。
　　Strangerswerenotuncommon。Spectatorscameoutoftenfromthelittletownsandfromthefarmsround—about。Whenoneoftheseappearedtherivermannearestraisedalongfalsettocry。Thiswastakenupbyhisnextneighbourandpassedon。Inafewminutesallthatsectionofthedriveknewthatitwouldbewiseto"lielow。"
　　AndinsideoftwoweeksOrdehadthegreatsatisfactionoflearningthatHeinzmanwasworking——andworkinghard——acrewoffiftymen。
　　"Aprettyfaircrew，evenifhewastakingouthiswholedrive，"
　　commentedOrde。
　　Thegodsofluckseemedtobewiththenewenterprise。AlthoughOrdehad，ofcourse，takentheutmostpainstoforeseeeverycontingencypossibletoguardagainst，nevertheless，asalwayswhendealingwithNature’slargerforces，heanticipatedsomeofthosegiganticobstacleswhichcontinuallyrenderuncertainwildernesswork。Nothingofthekindhappened。Thereformednoneofthetremendouswhite—waterjamsthatpileupseveralmillionfeetoflogs，taxeveryresourceofmen，horses，andexplosives，andrequireaweekorsotobreak。Nomenwerekilled，andonlytwoinjured。
　　Nounexpectedfloodssweptawayworksonwhichthedrivedepended。
　　Thewaterheldouttocarrythelaststickoftimberovertheshallowestrapids。Weatherconditionswerephenomenal——andperfect。
　　Allupanddowntherivertheworkwentwiththatvimanddashthatisinitselfanassuranceofsuccess。TheHeinzmanaffair，whichunderauspicesofevilaugurymighthavebecomeaseriousmenacetothesuccessoftheyoungundertaking，nowservedmerelytoaddaspiceofhumourtothesituation。Amongthemengainedcurrencyahalf—affectionatebeliefin"Orde’sluck。"
　　Afterthishappyfashionthedrivewent，untilatlastitenteredthebroad，deep，andnavigablestretchesoftheriverfromReddingtothelake。Here，barringtheaccidentofanextraordinaryflood，thetroubleswereover。Onthebroad，placidbosomofthestreamthelogswouldfloat。Acrew，following，woulddotheeasyworkofsackingwhatlogswouldstrandoreddyinthelazycurrent；wouldrollintothefasterwatersthecomponentpartsofwhatwerebycourtesycalledjams，butwhichwereinrealitypile—upsofafewhundredlogsonsandbarsmid—stream；andinthegrowingtepidwarmthofsummerwouldtramppleasantlyalongtherivertrail。Ofcourse，adryyearwouldmakenecessaryalargercrewandmorelabour；ofcourse，abigfloodmightsweepthelogspastalldefencesintothelakeforanirretrievableloss。Butsuchfloodscomeonceinacentury，andeventhedryestofdryyearscouldnotnowhangthedrive。AsOrdesatinhisbuckboard，readytogointotownforafirstglimpseofCarrollinmorethantwomonths，hegazedwithanimmensesatisfactionoverthebroadrivermovingbrownandglacier—likeasthoughthelogsthatcovereditwereviscidandcomposedallitssubstance。Theenterprisewaspracticallyassuredofsuccess。
　　ForawhilenowOrdewastohaveabreathingspell。Alargenumberofmenwereherelaidoff。Theremainder，underthedirectionofJimDenning，wouldrequirelittleornoactualsupervision。UntilthejamshouldhavereachedthedistributingboomsaboveMonrovia，theaffairwasverysimple。Beforeheleft，however，hecalledDenningtohim。
　　"Jim，"saidhe，"I’llbedowntoseeyouthroughthesluicewaysatRedding，ofcourse。Butnowthatyouhaveagood，stillstretchofriver，Iwantyoutohavetheboysletuponsackingoutthose"H"
　　logs。AndIwantyoutoincludeinourdrivealltheHeinzmanlogsfromaboveyoupossiblycan。Ifyoucanfixit，lettheirdrivedriftdownintoours。
　　"Thenwe’llhavetodrivetheirlogsforthem，"objectedDenning。
　　"Sure，"rejoinedOrde，"butit’seasydriving；andifthatcrewofhishasn’tmuchtodo，perhapshe’lllaymostofthemoffhereatRedding。"
　　Denninglookedathisprincipalforamoment，thenaslowgrinoverspreadhisface。Withoutcommentheturnedbacktocamp，andOrdetookuphisreins。
　　XXV
　　Oh，I’msoGLADtogetyouback！"criedCarrolloverandoveragain，assheclungtohim。"Idon’tlivewhileyou’reaway。Andeverydropofrainthatpattersontheroofchillsmyheart，becauseI
　　thinkofitaschillingyou；andeverycreakofthisoldhouseatnightbringsmeupbroadawake，becauseIhearinitthecrashofthosecruelgreattimbers。Oh，oh，OH！I’msogladtogetyou！
　　You’rethelightofmylife；you’remywholelifeitself！"——shesmiledathimfromherperchonhisknee——"I’msilly，amInot？"shesaid。"Deargheart，don’tleavemeagain。"
　　"I’vegottosupportanextravagantwife，youknow，"Orderemindedhergravely。
　　"Iknow，ofcourse，"shebreathed，bendinglightlytohim。"Youhaveyourworkintheworldtodo，andIwouldnothaveitotherwise。Itisgreatwork——wonderfulwork——I’vebeenaskingquestions。"
　　Ordelaughed。
　　"It’swork，justlikeanyother。Andit’shardwork，"saidhe。
　　Sheshookherheadathimslowly，amysterioussmileonherlips。
　　Withoutexplainingherthought，sheslippedfromhiskneeandglidedacrosstothetallgoldenharp，whichhadbeenbroughtfromMonrovia。Thelightanddiaphanoussilkofherloosepeignoirfloatedabouther，definingthematuringgraceofherfigure。
　　Abruptlyshestruckagreatcrashingchord。
　　Then，withanabandonofecstasysheplungedintooneofthosewildandsea—blownsaga—likerhapsodiesoftheHungarians，fullofthewindinrigging，thestorminthepines，ofshrieking，vastforceshurtlingunchainedthrougharesoundingandinfinitespace，asthoughdeepdowninprimevalnaturethepowersoftheworldhadbeenloosed。Backandforth，hereandthere，erraticandswiftandsuddenaslightningthethemeplayedbreathless。Itfell。
　　"Whatisthat？"gaspedOrde，surprisedtofindhimselftense，hisbloodrioting，hissoulstirred。
　　Sherantohimtohideherfaceinhisneck。
　　"Oh，it’syou，you，you！"shecried。
　　Heheldhertohimcloselyuntilherexcitementhaddied。
　　"Doyouthinkitisgoodtogetquitesonervous，sweetheart？"heaskedgently，then。"Remember——"
　　"Oh，Ido，Ido！"shebrokeinearnestly。"EverymomentofmywakingandsleepinghoursIrememberhim。AlwaysIkeephislittlesoulbeforemeasalightonashrine。Butto—night——oh！to—nightI
　　couldlaughandshoutaloudlikethepeopleintheBible，withclappingofhands。"ShesnuggledherselfclosetoOrdewithalittlemurmurofhappiness。"Ithinkofallthebeautifulthings，"
　　shewhispered，"andofthenoblethings，andofthegreatthings。
　　Heisgoingtobesturdy，likehisfather；awonderfulboy，aboyalloffire——"
　　"Likehismother，"saidOrde。
　　Shesmiledupathim。"Iwanthimjustlikeyou，dear，"shepleaded。
　　XXVI
　　ThreedayslaterthejamofthedrivereachedthedamatRedding。
　　OrdetookCarrolldowntowninthebuckboard。Thereaseatbythedam—watcher’slittlehousewasgivenher，backofthebrickfactorybuildingsnextthepowercanal，whenceforhoursshewatchedtheslowonwardmovementofthesullenbrowntimbers，thesmooth，polished—steelrushofthewatersthroughthechute，thegracefulcertainmovementsoftherivermen。SomeofthelatterwerebroughtupbyOrdeandintroduced。Theywereveryawkward，andsomewhatembarrassed，buttheyalllookedherstraightintheeye，andCarrollfeltsomehowthatbackoftheirdiffidencetheywerequitedispassionatelyappraisingher。Afterafewgraciousspeechesonherpartandmonosyllabicresponsesontheirs，theyblunderedaway。
　　Inspiteofthescantcommunication，theseinterviewsleftsomethingofafriendlyfeelingonbothsides。
　　"IlikeyourJimDenning，"shetoldOrde；"he’sanice，clean—cutfellow。AndMr。Bourke，"shelaughed。"Isn’thefunnywithhisfierceredbeardandhislittleeyes？Buthesimplyadoresyou。"
　　OrdelaughedattheideaoftheRoughRed’sadoringanybody。
　　"It’sso，"sheinsisted，"andIlikehimforit——onlyIwishhewerealittlecleaner。"
　　Shethoughtthefeatsof"log—riding"littlelessthanwonderful，andyoumaybesuretheknowledgeofherpresencedidnotdiscouragespectaculardisplay。Finally，JohnnyChallan，utteringaloudwhoop，leapedaboardalogandwentthroughthechutestandingboltupright。Byamarvelofagility，hekepthisbalancethroughthewhite—waterbelow，andemergedfinallyintothelowerwatersstillproudlyupright，anddryabovetheknees。
　　Carrollhadarisen，thebettertosee。
　　"Why，"shecriedaloud，"it’smarvellous！Circusridingisnothingtoit！"
　　"No，ma’am，"repliedagiganticrivermanwhowasworkingnearathand，"thatain’tnothin’。Ordinary，however，wetravelthatwayontheriver。Atnightwehavethecookeepassusouteachagoose—
　　ha’rpiller，andlaydownforthenight。"
　　Carrolllookedathiminreproof。Hegrinnedslowly。
　　"Don’tgitworriedaboutme，ma’am，"saidhe，"I’mhopeless。FortwentyyearnowIbeenwearin’crapeonmyhatinmemoryofmydepartedvirtues。"
　　AftertherearhaddroppeddownriverfromRedding，CarrollandOrdereturnedtotheirdesertedlittleboxofahouseatMonrovia。
　　Ordebreatheddeepofanewsatisfactioninwalkingagainthestreetsofthislittlesandy，sawdust—paved，shantyfiedtown，withitsyellowhillsanditswideblueriveranditsglimpseofthelakefarintheoffing。Ithadnevermeantanythingtohimbefore。Nowheenjoyedeverybrickandboardofit；hetrodthebroken，aromaticshinglesoftheroadwaywithpleasure；hetrampedupthebroadstairsanddownthedarkhalloftheblockwithanticipation；hebreathedthecompoundedofficeodourofledgers，cocoamatting，andoldcigarsmokeinalong，reminiscentwhiff；hetookhisseatathisroll—topdesk，enchantedtobeagaininthesehomelythoughfamiliarsurroundings。
　　"HangedifIknowwhat’sstruckme，"hemused。"Neverexperiencedanyremarkablejoybeforeingettingbacktothissortoftruck。"
　　Then，withawarmglowattheheart，therealisationwasbroughttohim。Thiswashome，andoveryonder，undertheshadowoftheheaven—pointingspire，aslipofagirlwaswaitingforhim。
　　Hetriedtotellherthiswhennexthesawher。
　　"IfeltthatIoughttomakeyoualittleshrine，andburncandlestoyou，thewaytheCatholicsdo——"
　　"TotheMaterDolorosa？"shemocked。
　　Helookedatherdarkeyessofullofthesweetnessofcontent，athersensitivelipswiththequaintlyupturnedcorners，andhethouhtofwhatherhomelifehadbeenandoftherealsorrowthatevenyetmustsmouldersomewheredowninthedeepsofherbeing。
　　"No，"saidheslowly，"notthat。IthinkmyshrinewillbededicatedtoOurLadyoftheJoyousSoul。"
　　TherestoftheweekOrdewasabsentuptheriver，superintendinginageneralwaythelatterprogressofthedrive，lookingintotheneedsofthecrews，arrangingforsupplies。Themillswereallworkingnow，busilycuttingintotheresidueoflastseason’slogs。
　　Soontheywouldneedmore。
　　Attheboomseverythingwasinreadinesstoreceivethejam。Thelongswingarmslantingacrosstheriverchannelwasattachedtoitswinchwhichwouldoperateit。Whenshutitwouldclosethemainchannelandshuntintotheboomsthelogsfloatingintheriver。
　　There，pennedatlastbythepilesdriveninarowandheldtogetheratthetopbyboltedtimbers，theywouldliequiet。Menarmedwithpike—poleswouldthentakeuptheworkofdistributionaccordingtothebrandsstampedontheends。Eachbrandhaditsownseparate"sortingpens，"thelowerendleadingagainintotheopenriver。
　　Fromtheseeachowner’spropertywasraftedandtowedtohisprivateboomsathismillbelow。
　　Ordespentthedaybeforethejamappearedinconstructingwhathecalleda"boomerang。"
　　"Inventionofmyown，"heexplainedtoNewmark。Secretinventionjustyet。I’mgoingtoholdupthedriveinthemainriveruntilwehavethingsbunched，thenI’mgoingtothrowabigcrewdownherebytheswing。Heinzmananticipates，ofcourse，thatI’llruntheentiredriveintotheboomsanddoallmysortingthere。Naturally，ifIturnhislogslooseintotheriverasfastasIrunacrossthem，hewillbeabletopickthemuponeatatime，forhe’llonlygetthemoccasionally。IfIkeepthemuntileverythingelseissorted，onlyHeinzman’slogswillremain；andaswehavenorighttoholdlogs，we’llhavetoturnthemloosethroughthelowersortingbooms，wherehecanbereadytoraftthem。Inthatwayhegetsthemallrightwithoutpayingusacent。See？"
　　"Yes，Isee，"saidNewmark。
　　"Well，"saidOrde，withalaugh，"hereiswhereIfoolhim。I’mgoingtorushthedriveintotheboomsallatonce，butI’mgoingtosortoutHeinzman’slogsattheseopeningsneartheentranceandturnthemintothemainchannel。"
　　"Whatgoodwillthatdo？"askedNewmarksceptically。"Hegetsthemsortedjustthesame，doesn’the？"
　　"Thecurrent’sfairlystrong，"Ordepointedout，"andtheriver’salmightywide。Whenyouspringsevenoreightmillionfeetonaman，allatonceandunexpected，andhewithnocrewtohandlethem，he’sgoingtokeepalmightybusy。Andifhedon’tstopthemthissidehismill，he’llhavetoraftandtowthemback；andifhedon’tstop’emthissidethelake，hemayaswellkissthemallgoodbye——
　　exceptthosethatdriftintothebayousandinletsandmarshes，andotherungodlyplaces。"
　　"Isee，"saidNewmarkdrily。
　　"Butdon’tsayawordanywhere，"warnedOrde。"Secrecyisthewatchwordofsuccesswiththismerrylittlejoke。"