Suddenly Birch put out a long forefinger. "What's that?"
"That," said Clark cheerfully, "is a railway."
Birch looked puzzled. "I didn't know a road ran north from here."
"It doesn't—yet—but it's something we'll have to consider very soon to bring in pulp wood."
"Oh!" Wimperley's voice was a trifle indignant.
"It's another matter to discuss when you feel like it," went on Clark imperturbably. "The road won't cost us anything."
"Won't it? Then it will be the first thing we have touched of its kind." Wimperley tried to speak lightly.
"The Federal Government bonus will pay for one-third, the provincial bonus for another, which leaves us about seven hundred thousand to take care of. There should be no difficulty in getting that out of the sale of lands we will develop. However," he added evenly, "we needn't worry about it just now. And, by the way, I had an inquiry yesterday for forty thousand horse power. Of course we haven't got it to spare, at least not at the moment. Now will you excuse me for just a moment?"
He stepped into the general office and shut the door softly behind him.
Wimperley glanced inquiringly at Stoughton.
"You haven't done much ramming this morning!"