"I suppose I might be able to dig up some sort o' general ideas, give me time enough," said Vittum, when her eyes questioned him anxiously. "But I'm sort of hazy right now." He winked at her and ducked his head to indicate Latisan. "I'm afraid!" she phrased the lament with a doleful motion of her lips rather than with spoken words. "It can't be said but what he'll be impartial--the best one to ask," mumbled Vittum, stepping close to her. "He ain't hired by either side, as I understand it!" He was ironic, but there was a suggestion which she grasped desperately. She went to Latisan. Their conversation was in an undertone and the bystanders did not hear the words. When she returned to Craig, Lida, confident in her new poise, reassured, informed in a fashion which fortified her self-reliance, met the Comas man with a demeanor which did credit to the granddaughter of Echford Flagg. "I have not tried to involve Mr. Latisan in any way. I have asked his advice as an expert." She looked straight into the shifting eyes of the Comas director. "Last fall he was at Tech, and took a special course in hydraulic engineering. You know that, of course, Mr. Craig!" She paused till he bowed to admit the truth with which she insisted on displacing the lie which had followed Latisan in the north country. "And Mr. Latisan has had a great deal of practical experience on his own drives. It seems absolutely necessary to have a sorting gap here, with men of both crews handling the logs. When our timber is through the sluiceway--the daily run of logs--we are to be given a head of water which will take us through the gorge. As to the logs upriver--the rear--we are willing to join drives with you, Mr. Craig, so that we may use all the water together." She set back her shoulders. "That plan will serve us this season. For another season the independents will have laws of their own from the legislature. I'm quite sure that the independents have waked up and know now what some special legislative acts can do for their interests." "I beg your pardon for breaking in, Miss Kennard," said Latisan, from his distance. "But this seems to be the time for me to say to Mr. Craig, in the presence of witnesses, that the same plan goes for the Tomah region. The independents over there can't be licked, sir." "Nor the Latisans," shouted somebody in the Flagg crew. That friendly corroboration of the young man's inmost determination served as a challenge. The drive master walked toward Craig and shook his fist. "No, nor the Latisans! We have a sawmill, and we're not worrying about the logs to feed it. But you understand, Mr. Craig, that the independents must have gangway on the river for their cut. And we know how to get gangway!" He went back to his tree and resumed his whittling. "To me the future looks very promising," said Lida. "We're all a little disturbed now, Mr. Craig, but we're coming to a perfect understanding. Don't you think so?"