Newmark shrugged his shoulders swiftly.
“I got lots of logs in that jam. If that jam goes out I vill lose a heap of money.”
“Well, you'll make quite a heap on this deal,” said Newmark carelessly.
“Suppose he holds it,” said Heinzman, pausing. “I hate like the mischief to joomp on him.”
“Rot!” said Newmark decisively. “That's what he's there for.” He looked at the German sharply. “I suppose you know just how deep you're in this?”
“Oh, I ain't backing oudt,” negatived Heinzman. “Not a bit.”
“Well, then, you know what to do,” said Newmark, terminating the interview.
XLIII
Little by little the water went down. The pressure, already considerably relieved by the channel into Stearn's Bayou, slackened every hour. Orde, still half dazed with his long-delayed sleep, drove back along the marsh road to town.