The next morning the party broke camp, and after toiling hard with
pole and paddle reached, toward evening, a forest-shrouded gorge
through which the flood swept furiously. A quarter of a mile ahead
steep rocks pent in the raging water, which was veiled in spray; but
nearer at hand the stream widened into a pool at which Andrew gazed
with misgivings. Evidently Carnally meant to cross it. A wall of crag
formed one bank; the opposite beach was strewn with massy boulders,
over which the pine branches stretched; and in between there ran a
great wedge-shaped track of foam. No canoe, Andrew thought, could live
through that tumult of broken water; but it ran more slackly near the
boulder bank, and a short distance higher up an angry eddy swung back,
close inshore, to the head of the pool, where it joined the main
downward rush. At the junction a spur of rock ran out into the wild
side-swirl of the flood. Shut in as it was by dripping pines, the
place had a forbidding look.
"It strikes me that the Company will find carrying up its stores and
plant very costly work," Andrew remarked, as they rested in an eddy
behind a stone. "I'm beginning to understand why Leonard asked for so
much capital. My idea is that we'll have to do some preliminary
reducing on the spot to save mineral transport."
Carnally nodded. For a novice in such matters, Allinson was showing an
unusual grasp of details.
"It's a question of the quality of the ore. In the North you must have
a high-grade product that can be handled at a profit in small
quantities. It doesn't pay to work rock that carries a low percentage
of metal."
"What grade of stuff are we turning out? I've been unable to learn
anything about it since I saw the results of the first assays."
"So far, the Company has not got up much ore: the boys have been kept
busy at development work. But you'll be able to judge for yourself
shortly, and we had better get on. There's a slack along the edge of
the spur at the head of the pool which we ought to make, and it will
save us some trouble in portaging. I'll land you if you'd rather, but
I want a hand, and Lucien must give us a lift by tracking."
"If you can take the canoe up, I'll go with you," said Andrew quietly.
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