Scattergood opened his eyes and peered over his dumpling cheeks at McKettrick, but said nothing.
"And how you found it out."
"I've been figgerin' over your case," said Scattergood. "I'll give you a sidetrack into your yards pervidin' you pay the cost of bridgin' and layin' the track, me to furnish ties and rails. Also, I'll give you a commodity rate of seven cents to the G. and B. As to sellin', I don't calc'late you want to buy at a million. But that hain't no sign you and me can't do business. You got to log by rail. You got to cut consid'able number of cords of pulpwood. I'll build your loggin' road, and I'll contract to cut your pulp and deliver it.... Want to go into it with me?"
McKettrick peered at Scattergood with awakened interest. His scrutiny told him nothing.
"What backing have you?"
"My own."
McKettrick almost sneered.
"Been lookin' me up?" asked Scattergood.
"No."
"Let's step to the bank."