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。
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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。"