“We've got an enemy on our hands in any case,” concluded Newmark, “and one we'll have to look out for, I don't know how he'll do it; but he'll try to make trouble on the river. Perhaps he'll try to block the stream by not breaking his rollways.”
“One of the first things we'll do will be to boom through a channel where Mr. Man's rollways will be,” said Orde.
A faint gleam of approval lit Newmark's eyes.
“I guess you'll be equal to the occasion,” said he drily.
Before the afternoon train, there remained four hours. The partners at once hunted out the little one-story frame building near the river in which Johnson conducted his business.
Johnson received them with an evident reserve of suspicion.
“I see no use in it,” said he, passing his hand over his hair “slicked” down in the lumber-jack fashion. “I can run me own widout help from any man.”
“Which seems to settle that!” said Newmark to Orde after they had left.
“Oh, well, his drive is small; and he's behind us,” Orde pointed out.
“True,” said Newmark thoughtfully.