"
"It is," answered Cameron. "But seven dollars is the price. In a
month--two months it will be eight."
"About two percent down?"
"Ten."
"Ten percent!" raved Orcutt. "Three hundred and fifty thousand
dollars! Do you think a man takes a jaunt into the woods with any such
amount of money as that in his possession?"
"I think you did. If not, then as you people say in the States, you
are out of luck."
"I'll buy an option on it."
Cameron shook his head. "No, the time has come for a sale. We can't
afford to hold timber ourselves, and as to finding purchasers, I know a
dozen men who would snap it up at seven dollars."
"All right," growled Orcutt. "Make out your papers and I'll sign 'em.
At least, we can get the routine business all finished to-day so all
there will be left to do to-morrow noon will be to sign up and pay over
the money."
"No harm in that," agreed Cameron. "I shall proceed at once to draw up
a contract of sale. Just a question or two will give me all the
information I need. In the first place, is the prospective purchaser
an individual or a corporation?"
"Corporation. The Eureka Paper Company."
"And their home office?"
"Orcutt, Canada."
"Orcutt? Where is Orcutt?"
Orcutt smiled. "There isn't any--now. But there will be one as soon
as we start construction of the mill. The enterprise will be of
sufficient magnitude to necessitate a town at the mill site, and the
name of that town will be Orcutt.
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