Part 60

“It's straight, Mr. Orde,” said the cook. “There's a big crew brought in from the Saginaw Waters to do you up. They're supposed to be over here to run his drive, but really they're goin' to fight and raise hell. For why would he want sixty men to break out them little rollways of his'n up at the headwaters?”

“Is that where they've gone?” asked Orde like a flash.

“Yes, sir. And he only owns a 'forty' up there, and it ain't more'n half cut, anyway.”

“I didn't know he owned any.”

“Yes, sir. He bought that little Johnson piece last winter. I been workin' up there with a little two-horse crew since January. We didn't put up more'n a couple hundred thousand.”

“Is he breaking out his rollways below?” Orde asked Denning.

“No, sir,” struck in Charlie, “he ain't.”

“How do you happen to be so wise?” inquired Orde, “Seems to me you know about as much as old man Solomon.”

“Well,” explained Charlie, “you see it's like this. When I got back from the woods last week, I just sort of happened into McNeill's place. I wasn't drinkin' a drop!” he cried virtuously, in answer to Orde's smile.

“Of course not,” said Orde. “I was just thinking of the last time we were in there together.”

“That's just it!” cried Charlie. “They was always sore at you about that. Well, I was lyin' on one of those there benches back of the 'Merican flags in the dance hall 'cause I was very sleepy, when in blew old man Heinzman and McNeill himself. I just lay low for black ducks and heard their talk. They took a look around, but didn't see no one, so they opened her up wide.”

“What did you hear?” asked Orde.

“Well, McNeill he agreed to get a gang of bad ones from the Saginaw to run in on the river, and I heard Heinzman tell him to send 'em in to headwaters. And McNeill said, 'That's all right about the cash, Mr. Heinzman, but I been figgerin' on gettin' even with Orde for some myself.'”

“Is that all?” inquired Orde.

“That's about all,” confessed Charlie.

“How do you know he didn't hire them to carry down his drive for him? He'd need sixty men for his lower rollways, and maybe they weren't all to go to headwaters?” asked Orde by way of testing Charlie's beliefs.

“He's payin' them four dollars a day,” replied Charlie simply. “Now, who'd pay that fer just river work?”

Orde nodded at Jim Denning.

“Hold on, Charlie,” said he. “Why are you giving all this away if you were working for Heinzman?”

“I'm working for you now,” replied Charlie with dignity. “And, besides, you helped me out once yourself.”

“I guess it's a straight tip all right,” said Orde to Denning, when the cook had resumed his place by the fire.

“That's what I thought. That's why I brought him up.”

“If that crew's been sent in there, it means only one thing at that end of the line,” said Orde.

“Sure. They're sent up to waste out the water in the reservoir and hang this end of the drive,” replied Denning.

“Correct,” said Orde. “The old skunk knows his own rollways are so far down stream that he's safe, flood water or no flood water.”

A pause ensued, during which the two smoked vigorously.

“What are you going to do about it?” asked Denning at last.

“What would you do?” countered Orde.