An' besides, while he was talkin', truck after
truck was rollin' off down the tote-road haulin' material to my mill
site that I'll buy in at ten cents on the dollar. Orcutt'll pay for
his fun!"
"But--your face--when he told you that you had lost the timber! It
positively went gray!"
"Poker face," laughed McNabb. "But run along now--the two of ye. It's
many a long day since Dugald an' I have had a powwow with our feet
cocked up on bales of Injun goods." As the two walked arm in arm
toward the door, McNabb called to the girl, "Here, lass, take your
coat!" He tossed the Russian sable which the girl caught with a glad
cry. "Ye'll be needin' it up here agin winter comes."
"Winter! Up here! What do you mean?"
"Oskar says he isn't goin' back to Terrace City," he explained.
"Except maybe for the weddin'. The North has got into his blood, an'
the McNabb Paper Company needs a competent manager."
XXV
When Wentworth left the trading room he went straight to his cabin, and
disregarding his open trunk, he lifted a pack-sack from the floor and
swung it to his shoulders. It was the pack he had deposited there
scarcely an hour before when he had trailed in from the mill site, and
he knew that it contained three or four days' supply of rations.
On the Shamattawa he had heard from a truck driver that an old man and
a girl had started for Gods Lake post, and he instantly recognized
McNabb and Jean from the man's description.
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