John
McNabb is done. But I'm wasting time. I should right now be on my way
to the mill site."
"You will wait for dinner?"
"No. We can eat as we travel," he answered impatiently. "Good-by!"
And stepping to the door, he called to Wentworth and the guides and
plainclothes-men who waited beside the door.
"Come on! We strike out at once for the mill site. The deal is
closed, and we're wasting time. We've got a forty mile hike ahead of
us! We'll snatch a lunch later. By the way, Cameron, you may not be
here when I return, so I will inform you now that until further notice
Mr. Wentworth will be our accredited representative in the field. If
anything should come up that needs my attention, take it up with him."
"Just put it on paper, Mr. Orcutt," advised the canny Scot, and with a
show of impatience Orcutt scribbled the memorandum.
"Where are we going?" asked Wentworth.
"To the mill site. I want to look it over and return here by the day
after to-morrow. All ready?"
The guides swung their packs to their backs and struck into the timber,
followed closely by the others of the party.
The following day, Orcutt and Wentworth stood at the head of the rapids
and Orcutt listened as the engineer, with the aid of his field notes
and maps, explained the construction of the dam, and roughly indicated
the contour of the reservoir. "But what's this line--the dotted one,
that crosses the river just above us?"
"That is our western property line.
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