He was too wrought up now to sit calmly down in the peace and quietude of the giants, and digest the annual reports Sinclair had given him. He hastened back to the mill-office and sought Sinclair.
“At what hour does the logging-train leave the Laguna Grande Lumber Company's yard for our log-landing in Township Nine?” he demanded.
“Eight a.m. and one p.m. daily, Bryce.”
“Have you any maps of the holdings of Pennington and ourselves in that district?”
“Yes.”
“Let me have them, please. I know the topography of that district perfectly, but I am not familiar with the holdings in and around ours.”
Sinclair gave him the maps, and Bryce retired to his father's private office and gave himself up to a study of them.