"About thirty thousand a mile," answered Belding steadily, the trouble being that when his chief's imagination took strong hold of him he was apt to diverge from the point. "Then you will send out survey parties and get detailed estimates when the surveys are in." "How far is the road to run? The head waters of the Magwa are one hundred and fifty miles from its mouth." Clark's lips tightened a little. "As far as the pulp wood is good. I don't care how far that is--and, Belding--" "Yes, sir." "I have decided to double the size of the mill. Let me have plans and estimates for that too." Belding went on, his head swimming, and walked slowly toward the head gates through which Lake Superior flowed obediently to do Clark's will. It seemed now that his chief had reached the point where the god in the machine must make some grievous error. He was insatiable. Presently two figures approached. One was Judge Worden, the other a girl. The former waved his stick. "We're going to see Mr. Clark. Elsie, this is Mr. Belding." The girl smiled and put out a slim hand. "I've heard all about you--did you make all this?" Her brown eyes roved, taking in the great sweep of rising structures. "In a way, yes," he laughed, "that is I did what I was told." "Mr. Belding is chief engineer," put in the judge assuringly. She nodded. "You told me. I--I think it's rather wonderful. If anything had to happen to the rapids, this is just right." Belding made no immediate answer. He was studying the girl's face, her supple figure, and the intelligence that marked every expression. It struck him that she was meant to be some man's comrade. "I'm glad you like it," he said a little awkwardly, "there's lots more to come." The judge touched Elsie's arm. "That's what I want to hear about at the block house, and I hope you'll have supper with us next Sunday, Mr. Belding. I hear you are too busy for a weekday diversion." Elsie smiled approval and they turned down the long embankment. Belding looked after them with a shade of resentment. She was, he had decided, just like her photograph. In the distance he had seen Clark walking quickly towards his visitors. They met a hundred yards away and Clark's eyes began to twinkle. "How do you do. I seem to know you quite well already." Elsie flushed. She had pictured Clark in her romantic brain, but this trim figure resembled none of her expectations. "I'm very sorry," he went on quickly, "that urgent business will keep me in the office all afternoon. I've just a few minutes." "Then we'll be off at once," announced the judge. "Not at all, if there's anything here to interest you, the place is yours."