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•mm nverman's eyes shifted. Fur¬ tively thcsy flitted from face to face In those rows of faces at tbe walls. But whatever he thought or hoped to flnd— fleeting flash of support or encourage¬ ment—was hidden behind a common maslc of astonishment as blanl; as hpd been his own. They were waiting for his answer. He Itnew they were wait¬ ing for that as he crossed to the door. And when he paused there, to turn In sudden savagery, he realized that bis tardiness had robbed him of his chance. It was too late to tallj baclc then.
"Tou're tellin' me," he rasped out, "and I wns jroln'—sur-ro! But things ar-re not yet flnished between you and me, for I'm pr-romlsln' you that I'll be back. I'm pr-romisin' you I'll be wld ye again. I'ii be wid ye again, come spring:"
He disappeared. And bard upon his going Steve wheeled and fronted those scores of silent men. His eyes leaped from point to point, as Harrlgan's had craftily flitted. Briefly, crisply, he ac¬ companied the sweeping surrey with a voice that was loud enough for ail of them to hear.
"Big Louie! Fallon! Shayne! This is your chance to say so If you're go¬ ing to be lonesome, now that your song bird has flown. Speak up! I came down tonight. Just to hear you talk."
Nothing but an Indistinguishablp murmur answered hlm, a low growl that was neither argument nor eva¬ sion. Rebellion was still a long way ahead for most of them. They had uot yet bad time to talk themselves to tho pitch of open revolt. They had merely begun to listen to Harrlgan, whose dis¬ ciples In dissatisfaction tbey were. And now In his absence they 8tlrre<I uncomfortably under the gase df bim who remained. They dropped their heads and searched for matches. But Steve felt the weight of unspoken tbonghts when he, too, faced back In tbe doorway. This time there was no naming of names. He embraced the wbole room when be spoke.
"They tell me," Steve continued, "that there's talk among yon of no more work on the river when we've pnt this railroad through, rve heard It said that some of you think you are cnttlni; the ground out from under your feet with every shovelful of earth you lift. Yon ought to know better than that. Tou ought to know for yourselves that there'll be need for more men In these woods than there has ever been before. But if you don't, if you can't see It that way. why not come around and let me bave a fair chance to talk things over with you myself before you decide to tnm on this job? I want you to remember that a man who Is a liar in one thing is mighty likely to talk loose tongued, no matter what he preaches."
And there, without lifting his eyes from tho tloor. Bis Louie cleared hi.s throat and made answer.
"Maybe," he retorted—"maybe, and maybe not so sure either! I have lis¬ tened to big words before now, mc. that bave put no food nnder my belt. So coat to my back."
"If it's only food and shelter an4 clothes for your back, Big Louie, yoo'll not bave to worry. But I'm not prom- Islnff either, mind, that there'll ba easy money to blow on wblte whisky. Were yon expecting any?"
Tbat brain which coold cop* with bat one Idea at a time waa fartUe ground for seed which sncb a one aa Harrlgan might sow. Big Louie fail¬ ed to reply. He sat quiet, deep la thought, when Stephen O'Mara elosed tbe door noiselessly behind hlm.
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It was minutes after Steve had gono back up the hill before Garry Dever¬ eau reached out a hand in tbe dark* ness and touched, experimentally, wbat bad seemed to be only a shapeless black blotch at tho edge of light, a rod or two from tbe door. And In¬ stantly at his touch the shadow was galvanized Into life. It reared and plunged and enveloped the slighter man In a crushing embrace and bora him over backward. With tbe mnszle of a revolver chafing his ear Oarry DMnaged to worry his bead bigh enongb to free his mouth and nostrlla firom dhrt.
"Oet od me! Get off me, you fat romancer, you!" he whispered fiercely,
An explosive grunt of dismay an¬ swered him before Fat Joe let bim rise. In a thin and profane tenor be was bidden to explain bis presence there.
"I couldn't sleep," Garry replied, his voice still peevish, "so I came out for a breath of air. I saw bim start tbls way—saw you following bim with tbat gun in your band. I Just sUppod ov«r, too. In case tbere might be doings. What's tbe row, Joar
3m took him uagmtly by tbe albaw, tamad him abont and atarted hia np tbariaa.
"An old grudge," ba daignod aa nn- giMloas asplanstloB,   Ita yaaia and
cunt uve uown uext to aiiisou s uress- ed Steve up like a picture book, the nearest I can make out, and sent him to town a-shoppln'.   Harrlgan, be"—
"I know! I remember!" Garry's eager whisper Interrupted. "That is, I didn't know that Harrlgan was one of the mob Steve whipped that day. But that wasn't what I meant. Who was tho —the girl Harrlgan tvas talking about wben Steve—when Steve"—
Joe's fingers tightened a little as the other evinced a tendency to Ihg.
"Hurry a bit, will you?" he urged complalntngly. "Show a little speed! I'm supposed to be up there osleep." And then, gruflly, "It wns the Allison girl, of course."
In spite of the band upon his elbow Garrett Devereau stopped short In his tracks.
"Barbara!" he stammered. "Barbarn Allison? Joe, was that the girl he mennt tonight when he said ho was going to 'marry one of thoso women himself?' "
Joe peered at him, trying to make out tho expression upon Ijis face.
"Why not?" he wanted to know. "Why not? Ain't he good enough for her?"
There camo a pause; thon Garry's stunned rejoinder.
"Good enough!" he repeated sense¬ lessly. "Good enougli?" lie lauglied half wildly, as though he had sudden¬ ly hit upon a very funny thought in¬ deed. "That man in love with a girl like her—good Lord!"
And Fat Joe, who had failed to un¬ derstand, swore again beneath his breath because there was no time left In which to argue tho mntter. Ili.-j face was still very red from his strug¬ gle for self restraint nnd his whole mental balance so disturbed tlint he forget'entirely to conceal the l)lned re¬ volver dangling In one hand when he re-entered the cabin a moment later.
"Oet off mei    Qst off me, yeu fst ro- manosr, yeul"
Tbe latter object rulnM the effect of bis Insouciant rendition of "Home Sweet Home."
"Thought you were going to retire, Joe?"
Steve was already undressed and crawling into bed. His question was slow worded and a trifle stifled.
"I was," Joe assured bim hastily. "I was. I Jnst stepped ont to see tbat ev¬ erything was tight and tidy for tbe nigbt; that's alL"
Qoisslcal eyes contemplated tbe re¬ volver now.
"Taken to carrying a weapon, after all, eh? Well, perhaps that's wisest. And blow out the light, will you, Joe? I'm tired. Tou'll bave to undress in the dark."
Theu Steve buried his face In his pillow. But sundry sounds, escaping, were unmistakably hysterical. Joe's mouth opened and closed, fishlike. He stood and stared down at his side tn beautifully eloquent profanity, if a stare can he both eloquent and pro¬ fane.
"You need :t nurse," he stated suiki ly at List. ITe finished the Ilsiht witli a vicious 111 1st. "You need a chap¬ eron!"
But once aviiin. Just before he slept, Steve hoanl hiii mutter to himself less Injuredly as lie heaved ovor In his bunk.
"This has lieen a very busy even¬ ing," he opined.
CHAPTER  XlV. Law and Lumber. AIN   fell   the   following  fort¬ night in a steady downpour that did not cease, even foi' an hour.    Ragged, smokellku Clouds himg over the vuUey at Thirty Mile, dragged so low  by  their owu weight that they not only hid the up¬ per  peaks,   but  shrouded   the  lower tldges as well.   They drove by In ta- tarmlnable fllea of gray, making sluice¬ ways of every cut and drenching con¬ tinually tbe men of the construction gang, wbo, in spite of the chill of that downfall, still sweated at their labor. But both Steve and Fat Joe, for all that tbey caught each day a deeper note In tbe hoarse complaints of those same men—a note no less ominous than was tbat newer, hoarser one of the swollen river—nevertheless were duly thankful tbat the leaden sky had at least a tinsel lining.    It might havo Snowed.
A month earlier it had been Steve's plan to span that mile or so of swamp and bridge the river before tbe cold weather set In. Nor was his altered order of campaign due iu any way to the storm wliich had raised the river aud made of the alder dotted stretch of flat bog meadow an oozing, quaking morass. It no longer represented mere¬ ly a positive not too alluring problem in engineering—that atrip of swamp and opeu water. It had taken on a newer, strategic Importance. And tho change in Steve's plans, so far as the work at Thirty MUe was concerned, was as much due to tbe news wblch Fat Joe brougbt bome witb him one night toward tbe end of tbe next week as It waa tbe lasult of tbe interview ifbich be bad beld with Haidwtek U- ilotthlnaalf.
Joe'bad been a whole day absent on the north end of the line. Alone he Jiad been over every foot of that all but completed stretch which ended at the border of swampland, there at headquarters, troubling himself not at all over the unevenness of the road¬ bed, satlsfled entirely with the surety he gained with every inspected milo that a trainload of logs or a dozen tralnloads would stny on the rails wheu the rails were laid nnd the day came to set wheels mlling. But thn further report he brought Imck with him wns far less reassuring.
"I wonder," Joe mused aloud that night—"I wonder, now, why any man who knowa anything about haiidlin' timber should go to work liotlierln' himself with skldways leailin' down to the river when he knows, as well as Harrignn should know, that it .-iln't comin' out that way? It don't seem good senso nor logic to me, unless"—
lie stopped thero nnd left his own ophilon uufinislieil. Since the evening Harrlgan had stepped fint of the main bunk liouse and disappeared, bhii-k ragolnhls face nnd a promise to return upon his lips, that lumberman's red head had been conspicuous only Ijc- cause It wns nlisont from tho land¬ scape. So far Ilarrigan had failed t i reappear, and Fat Joe's method of ap¬ prising his chief of hia return to tln' Reserve company's payroll wns dis¬ tinctly characteristic. Rut Steve's re¬ ception of the news was little more than listless. Ilo seemed to change the subject entirely.
"I don't see why It wouldn't be just as easy or easier," Steve replied, "t'' cross here on pilings practicnlly tlie whole distance as it would be to fill and bridge too. And, If we wero to look at It In that light, then why wouldn't it be still easier to drive those piles. say, nest Feliruary or March, while the swamp is still crusted over nnd hard? It would afford ua some sort of footing to work on then other than black ooze and lllypads. Wouldn't it seem so to you?"
"We'd still have that track north of here to lay," Fnt Joe advised, "when we work lu from the south with steel."
"Surely," Steve admitted. "Of course. But wouldn't that be a better bet than to stand to see our embankment and bridge"—
He broke off there. Just as Joe had hesitated a moment before. The un¬ dercurrent of meaning for which the latter's ears were waiting came to the surface, however, when Steve began again.
"Suppose, Joe," he pursued lazily— "suppose you had contracted with a railroad—an infant road too young even to be named—to move for you more timber than either of us will ever own, contracted In apparent good faith; when all along in your heart you were certain that the railroad itself would never be able to fulfill its half of the bargain. Granting such a state of affairs, Joe, what do you suppose you would do?"
"Maybe I'd hire me a red headed river dog," came Joe's answer, pat. "Maybe I'd hire me a bully boy boss of white water to build me some skid- ways to the nearest flood water, so's I could teach the infant railroad you mention that business was business, contract or no contract"
"Of course you would!" Steve agreed instantly, and he might have been com¬ plimenting a first primer favorite so pleased was his tone. "Of course you would. I'm afraid that was too easy for you, wasn't It, Joe? But now sup¬ pose you were bent on proving to everybody, and particularly to those who had fathered It, what an unfor¬ tunate weakling this Immature, un¬ named child of constructive silence really was. In that event how do yon figure you'd condiict yourself?"
Joe smiled oddly, a little baiefull.v. It wns magic qnick, that change in his expression, as swift as was the thought behind It.
"I'd have my logs all cut and ready to hnul ns an evcuse. wouldn't I'^" he Imiuircd. with simulated anxiety. "Could I tell folks, through the news papers,   for   Instance,   that   I   wasn't
strong for letting my timber lie for the grubs to lunch un if I had to square myself?"
"Quite naturally." I'litii then Steve's face had kept its prclcrnntural gravi¬ ty. He grinned ever so I'aintly now. "Very naturally you'd want to save your winter cut."
"Then I'd like to have 'em build a bridge somewherea aloug tho river I aimed to drive—a bridge and a nire dirt embankment, all dres.sed up with rails aud ties and things on top. I'm allowed to suppose I've got an awful long Btundin' score, ain't I, along with all this Umber? Well, that's what I'd like to have 'em do, tben. And when I opened her up a few miles up river and she begau to rour. when that tirsi head of water hit the bridge and tha sticks begun to grind, 1 suppose I'd take up my position on the bank where I could watcb real well. I'd light me a long, black cigar and mur¬ mur sort of languid and sympathetic, "There goes your railroad, geut^l"
"Such a move In itself would be out¬ side the letter of the contract," Stevo expostulated. "Why, tluy wouldn't dare do anything. They woiildn"t darn to begin driving the river before youf time was up, much less do damage t.i your completed work. What excuse— what legal excuse—could they give, even though they were morally certain that you were bound to fail?"
Very slowly, almost pityingly, Joe tnrned toward him.
"Legal!" he droned. "Morair And then he laughed his clear tenor out¬ burst which barely escnpcd being n giggle. "Dear child, Judiciously speak¬ ing, law aud lumber nnd morals and mill feet don't mix. They don't mis at all in this section of the country. If they wanted iO bother their head^ with an alibi they could sny It was top of iiood and tbey weren't eager to be huna UD Just because a brasa buttoned
conanctor" promised 'em a tnrougn ex¬ press In tbe morning. They could aay— But wbat good would explana¬ tions do OS, huh, if they sent a hnlt million logs sky bootln' Into our bridge? It wouldn't save our construction, would it?"
He wheeled back to Steve, his man¬ ner brisk.
"Do we leave that stretch openT' ha asked.    "Is that the way you hnve it flgured?" "I'm afraid we'd bett<T," Steve said. That was ns close as they came to anything  resembling  n   discussion   of the change wliich  wns gm-n Ing mon- and more noticenlile In tiie benring of tho men at Thirty Mile.    As far ns all outw.'ird eviden'-e was concerned, Steve seemed to ignore it utterly, to retreat oftener aud oftener beliind his  hnbit of silence which even  Fat ,Ioe,  .ifter several     unsuccessful     garrulous    at¬ tempts, gave over trying to penetrai''. It w:as not  tlie hunger of his ow/i heart; it v^'as neither intolerance of re¬ straint   nor   nii'titnl   rebeilion   ngalnst tlio duties wliich were holding iiira so closo upriver that had caused the chief engineer of  tlie.Enst  Coa.st  work  to withdraw  so  comjiletoly   within   hlm¬ .self,   nlthouL'li   manj-   times  each  day his eyes did wnnilor toward tlie soutii and Morrison.    Durinc that iileak pe¬ riod   Steve's  thouglits  were  oiten  of Barbara,   but   they   wero  not  somber thoughts.    The very  hardness  of bi- life schooling had taught him too wel! how little of wisdom there is in frrt ting ngalnst tlie day  of action  wlicn that day <-annot be hurried  nor con trolled.    Steadfastly he refused to li'l himself   brood.     If   he  could   not   go to her he would not, nevertljeiess', ai low himself to dwell upon tbat impos¬ sibility.      Instead    his    .spirit    ranged ahc.'id to a hopeful, more or less in definite nnd not too distant date when his nljsenco might not seem to threat cn too gre.it a cost to thoso whose mat ters lay in his trust.
Steve had had little chance for con versation in those days witli Garrj. now an employee of the company as aa assistant fo Fnt Joe, except for n word or two over a hastily snatched breakfust or perhaps nt supper nt niglit, and nt night lie was usually toc tired to talk. But the other's growing' restlessness hnd not escaped his no tice. For awhile Garry had seemed t" accept his continuance there at camp as a matter of course, nnd for that very reason neither Fat Joe nor Steve had dignified the thought of his pos¬ sible departure by so much as a single spoken word. Garry's own actions flrst began to indicate how Incessantly he was debating that question within his own brain. And one night toward the end of the week he finally reached the point of voicing a decision which was old In anticipation to Steve and Joe. Tbey were on the point of going to bed. Garry had risen and then paused. He hesitated and crooked his arms and yawned o trifle too careless¬ ly that evening.
"Well, this finishes ouother day," he remarked, nor did he realize how soul¬ ful were the words. "And I cleaned up the iast of the stockroom today. Joe. .\ swift but accurate workman, eh? I'll leave behind a record unblem¬ ished by oversight or sloth. And now —now It's about time, I suppose, I was going hack to town."
It was out, nor could the yawn con¬ ceal his cageriKtss. His back was turn¬ ed, but Steve knew what light was In his eyes. Steve's cnrelessness wns a far neater thing than Garry's had been. "What's your hurry?" he Inquired easily. "Why rush away? And if you think your industry has betrayed you Into idleness you're reasoning poorly tonight.    Want another Job?"
HantcriiiL.' indifference was the key¬ note of thnt reply. Mutually they hnd adopted it fnun the very lirst. It smack¬ ed nf the iroeniasoury which always marked Steve's conversations with Fat .Joe were thcy earnest or frivolous beneath the surface. It Is always rec¬ ognizable in the spwcli of friends such as tliey. dItTen-ntinted from actual In¬ difference liy an intimacy of Inference between the lines whicli makes such discourse almost foreign to uuinitlated
w uo reaiiy tirea, uarry; ir you veTiev- er known what it is to go to bed wish¬ ing morning would never come. you'U find out what that's like too."
As soon ns It was spoken Steve rec¬ ognized the slip. Watching Garry's eyes widen, he knew that Gnrry hud
ears. But Garry's answer was not iti kind. Steve was cnught so far off his guard by tho question which came flinging back nt liim lliat he was glnd Oarry hnd not tnrneil.
"^'hat else is there I could do?"
No man save one who was very, very tired could have spolcen in sucb a tone; no mnn exrept one wim has tried him¬ self in the liigliest of courts—his own opinion of himself—could have put such n degree of contempt into so sim¬ ple a query.
"Why—why"— Steve faltered, and then he took command of his own wits again. "There's work enough, don't doubt that," he exclaimed, and laughed a llttlo. "Joe here will lx? another week or ten duys linishing with tho fill up yonder. Ile'll do well If ha manages It liy then and thnt. too, with every available liancj we have. I don't want to roll liim of a single man if i can help it. liut I've got to go aheaj With the line tn the south. To put It concretely. I'm in need of a rodnian. Do you think you'd cnre to oblige?"
Again the hint of banter persisted, but (Jnrry's Jaw was tiglit when ha faced suddenly around.
"I Willi" he Hashed back hoarsely. "I win if it's a man's Joli. But I'm done with tilling a dinky jiad with rows of li!znr(>s all day lom:. I'm tin¬ ished witli this dry tallying of cans of beans and sonp and ynrds of rope. Do yon understnnd? What work would I have to do'"
Out of the corners of his eyes Stevo saw consternntlon overspread Fat Joe'r« face,   nis own was only amused.
"You'll have to swing nn nx," ho ennmorated slowly, "and you'll have to Itig a rod and tripod. You'll wade through bog nnd fight your way throngh underbrush. And then, for variety, swing an ax some more. If you've never learned yet what It Is
"Let it stand, Joe," he directed.
canght it nlso. For a moment a tor¬ rent of words trembled on the latter's lips, and ilii'ii he swallowed and nod¬ ded shortly. The vague dreariness of his acceiitaiKc was fully ns electrical as ,':o llirentcned outburst might have been.
"I'll try it," (Jnrry said very simply. "I'll have a try at it tomorrow."
And ho pivoted on his heel and pnss¬ ed (int.
Some niinutes after he had gone Fnt Joe, still a little da/.ed, ro.-e softly and unosteiitnlioMsly. crossed in a shelf shoulder high on the wnll an 1 reached to remove a quart bottle of brandy whicii Ste\e. returning home soaked tlirouL'h nnd tlirough, had brought out nnd left stnndlng there. But Steve che<ked liim in the very middle of that act.
"lyet it stnnd, .loe," he directed "I.«ave It where It is."
As slowly as he had reached for It Joe started lo put the bottlo back. The very briefness of thnt order should liave bw-n warning enouL'h. but Jpe found it Inipossible to keep to him¬ self his disniiproval.
"AU right." he acquiesced, "only I can't help remindin' you Just th(> samo that when a horse Is runnin' his henrt out it's kind of superfluous to lay on tho whip."
And then t.he whole accumulation of those days of silent peiTilexity, of lu- detision and fniltless mental forays spilled over upon I'at Joe's entirely In¬ nocent hend. Steve shot around aud leveled a peremptory flnger.
"Whip—be hanged!" he barked, "Put that bottle back!"
Joe's fingers came away as though the glass had blistered them.
"I..and's sakes!" he exclaimed, and In a voice thnt was chastened and meek wben he had caught his breath, "Plense. and It's bnckP'
Chronic 111 temper could hardly have persisted in the face of that reply, and Steve's had been but a mood. Ills first chuckle was in Itself a plea for par¬ don.   He supplemented It aloud.
"I'm sorry. Joe- I'm worried. I've got n job on my hands thnt bothers me. It appears to be simple enough until I get to planning how to tackle It, anil then I can't make nny headway at all. lUit there isn't anytliing to be gained in hilling that stufi'; that's one of the things I need to know. It's bet¬ ter where it is."
Joe waved a hand in bland dismissal of the apology.
"My mistake." he averred, ¦thougli your harsh words have hurt me sore. I don't quite savvy it yet, but it's your nffnlr, not mine. You're dealin' and baiikin' the chips. .\nd before now- I've seen lots of well nieanin' bystand¬ ers get all mussed up from tryin' to hom into nnother man's pastime. I'd ought to have knowed better." fTo be Continued)
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