And thereupon Carrigan began to pour forth a stream of data so exact, so comprehensive, so full, that Bryant listened in astonishment. All carried in his head, ready for use! "I hope I know my business at your age as you know yours," Lee exclaimed. "You will, or ought to. I've paid for what I know in mistakes and miscalculated jobs, as does every man some time or other--paid in hard cash. What he learns is all he gets out of losses. Now, the figures I gave were for summer work; winter dirt moving is another kind of animal. Work is slower, men are harder to keep, weather is generally bad." "This autumn has been later than usual, and it may last," said Lee. "And it may not," Carrigan stated, emphatically. "It's that that worries me about this thing. As it is, the ground freezes on top every night. Let the thermometer make a low drop, and we won't be able to stick a plow-point into it anywhere." "There's no moisture to speak of in the soil of the mesa." "Enough to freeze the dirt, just the same," said Pat. "We can leave the dam out of consideration." "Yes; no trouble about finishing that. And your concrete work, Lee, won't lose you any sleep. A carload of cement from here, gravel from the river, and a dozen Kennard carpenters to knock together gate and drop frames--no trick to crack that nut. Frost, lad, frost! It's the thing to set us groaning." Bryant sat down and put his hand on the speaker's knee. "Pat, if we go into this thing and put it through, there will be a good fat bonus for you." "Maybe there will be and maybe there won't. Maybe you'll have some money left when we're done and maybe you'll not have a red cent. In any case, the old man is with you, Lee, to the end of the scrap--if you go ahead. What about your bondholders? Will they stand for risking what's not yet spent? They will save considerable by your stopping now; they'll lose all if we fail." "What do you----" Pat's raised hand halted him. "Ask me nothing," said he. "That's for you alone to settle. If you spend their money and win, they'll say 'Thank you'--maybe; and if you go under, they'll damn you up one side and down the other and probably try to send you to the pen. You're the chief; you have to decide; you can't share the responsibility--anyway, not with me. And if you're inquiring, I'll remark that its considerable responsibility. Go off yonder by yourself and think it over a bit." Bryant left the old contractor lighting a fresh cigar. He walked to another bench a short distance away, where he sat down. In his first exultation at perceiving a fighting chance to save the project he had seen only the opportunity, but Carrigan's unexpected turn of the subject had brought him back to earth. He was guardian, as well as dispenser, of company funds. He had obligations to the bondholders. Therefore, would he be justified in risking the money on such a desperate venture? His soul sank.