“Certainly—and interest. Well, I don't see why I can't carry that easily on our present showing and prospects.”
“If nothing untoward happens,” insisted Newmark determined to put forward all objections possible.
“It's not much risk,” said Orde hopefully. “There's nothing surer than lumber. We'll pay the notes easily enough as we cut, and the Boom Company's on velvet now. What do our earnings figure, anyway?”
“We're driving one hundred and fifty million at a profit of about sixty cents a thousand,” said Newmark.
“That's ninety thousand dollars—in five years, four hundred and fifty thousand,” said Orde, sucking his pencil.
“We ought to clean up five dollars a thousand on our mill.”
“That's about a hundred thousand on what we've got left.”
“And that little barge business nets us about twelve or fifteen thousand a year.”
“For the five years about sixty thousand more. Let's see—that's a total of say six hundred thousand dollars in five years.”
“We will have to take up in that time,” said Newmark, who seemed to have the statistics at his finger-tips, “the two payments on our timber, the note on the First National, the Commercial note, the remaining liabilities on the Boom Company—about three hundred thousand all told, counting the interest.”