"How much?" said Semple in a fascinated whisper.
"Two million dollars."
"But—"
"There aren't any buts."
"Do you owe that in wages?" Semple was aghast.
"Wages are only a small part of what must be paid at once."
"Where does Philadelphia come in?"
"Philadelphia," smiled Clark, "has left the entire matter to me in the meantime. They are making arrangements which may not be consummated for some months. We can thank a prominent American speculator for most of this. But the Province of Ontario owes us something. Doesn't it occur to you," he added slowly, "how your personal reputation will be affected?"
Semple blinked several times and very rapidly. "I'll wire at once," he said, with a long breath.
"You'll do nothing of the kind. You'll go down yourself this afternoon. You know your man, and I know him; and he knows the works. He's been here several times. Put the matter straight,—tell him that we are dealing with forces that can only be met in one way. It's either this, or destruction and bloodshed. I've asked Filmer to wire for troops. Mr. Semple, what you are about to make is a new move on the chessboard. Your man is shrewd enough to see it, and it's the new moves that win. This is not so much politics as economics—tell him that. I'd go with you—but I must not leave St. Marys just now. Wire me as soon as possible—you've just time to catch your train."