They went through the great building whose floor seemed to palpitate delicately with hidden forces, and began to feel the slow fascination. They saw dripping logs snatched from the water by mechanical fingers that cut them to length and stripped the brown bark till the soft white wood lay round, naked and shining. They saw the wood ground implacably by giant stones and emerge from a milky bath in a thick wet sheet that slid on a hot drum and coiled itself in massive rolls. Power, controlled and manipulated, was the universal servant. The whole thing was punctuated by keen remarks from Clark, who shot out answers to every imaginable question with extraordinary facility. They walked up the swiftly flowing head race while the general manager pointed out its proposed expansion, and explained the pressing need for diverting more water from the rapids. As they progressed it seemed there was always more to discover. They inspected great rafts of logs, fresh from the waters of Lake Superior, then came to timber mills and machine shops. And with all Clark was supremely familiar. In the middle of it Riggs volunteered that he was tired, so they trailed back to the private office in the administration building, where Clark unrolled maps and pointed out colored areas of pulp wood which were tributary to the mills, and had been compiled from the reports of his explorers. Suddenly Birch put out a long forefinger. "What's that?" "That," said Clark cheerfully, "is a railway." Birch looked puzzled. "I didn't know a road ran north from here." "It doesn't--yet--but it's something we'll have to consider very soon to bring in pulp wood." "Oh!" Wimperley's voice was a trifle indignant. "It's another matter to discuss when you feel like it," went on Clark imperturbably. "The road won't cost us anything." "Won't it? Then it will be the first thing we have touched of its kind." Wimperley tried to speak lightly. "The Federal Government bonus will pay for one-third, the provincial bonus for another, which leaves us about seven hundred thousand to take care of. There should be no difficulty in getting that out of the sale of lands we will develop. However," he added evenly, "we needn't worry about it just now. And, by the way, I had an inquiry yesterday for forty thousand horse power. Of course we haven't got it to spare, at least not at the moment. Now will you excuse me for just a moment?" He stepped into the general office and shut the door softly behind him. Wimperley glanced inquiringly at Stoughton. "You haven't done much ramming this morning!" "No, I'm not just in the mood. How about you?" Stoughton turned to Birch.