White promptly made good his promise concerning the ditches. Within a week his dredger had eaten its way through sawgrass, water and muck from the headwaters of the Chokohatchee to Deer Key, digging a broad, main drainage canal through the middle of Payne's thousand acres of drowned land. Higgins' calculations proved themselves in practice, and the big ditch soon drew off the bulk of the surface water on the track. The work of cutting the small lateral canals progressed rapidly with the smaller ditching machine. White worked his men in two shifts, and kept his shovels at work day and night. He made no effort to conceal the reason for his haste. "I took the job, and I'll see it through," said he, "but outside of collecting my money the best part of this job to me will be when I wind it up and get out." "Still," retorted Higgins, to whom the statement was made, "you don't look exactly like a man troubled with cold feet." But White would not permit himself to be drawn out. "I'll be glad when I look back from my tug and see Gumbo Key behind me; that's all I'm saying." As the work progressed and it became apparent that the muck lands could be sufficiently drained to be available for agricultural purposes, Roger grew puzzled. There had been so far no opposition or interference from Garman. Apparently he had been sincere in his declaration that he wished to see Roger successful in the development of the tract. Garman himself was not seen during the period that the ditcher was at work, but the conduct of his employees made it obvious that they had received orders to assist, not interfere with the draining project. One day the proud Egret stopped to tow a disabled supply boat up the river for White's crew. Another time two of Garman's men came out and took the place of a pair of ditch workers who were ill. Why was Garman doing it? What was behind his apparent friendliness? Roger gave up the puzzle. In fact, he had discovered that he was not so vitally interested in his land project as he had thought himself to be. He worked and saw that his men worked, and kept the job up to the program he had outlined. And he tossed at night on his camp cot, his mind tortured with other thoughts. White completed his job, pocketed his check and chugged away down the river. Two days after his departure Roger and Higgins were measuring the acreage cleared in the elder brush when one of the blacks said suddenly: "Wha' dem man do ovah thah, Boss?" Payne glanced out over the ditched sawgrass land whither the negro was pointing and saw three men carefully picking their way along the spoil banks beside the ditches. Roger studied the group for a long time, then suddenly he dropped the measuring line and strode toward them. "Right," growled Higgins, doing likewise. "Those fellows aren't just sightseeing by a darn sight."