h his men. I think they'd have
turned you down. So it was lucky I came."

A faint smile hovered at his lips, and his eyes brooded upon the busy
gangs of men. "Yes, I've had a lot of luck this time. There's nothing
like keeping your head cool and your belly free from drink." Now he
laughed broadly. "By gosh, it's all good! Do you know, Mr. Grier, I came
out here a wreck eight years ago. I left Montreal then with a spot in
my lungs, that would kill me, they said. I've never seen Montreal
since, but I've had a good time out in the woods, in the shanties in the
winters; on the rivers in the summer. I've only been as far East as this
in eight years."

"What do you do in the winter, then?"

"Shanties-shanties all the time. In the summer this; in the Fall taking
the men back to the shanties. Bossing the lot; doing it from love of the
life that's been given back to me. Yes, this is the life that makes you
take things easy. You don't get fussed out here. The job I had took a
bit of doing, but it was done, and I'm lucky to have my boss see the end
of it."

He smiled benignly upon John Grier. He knew he was valuable to the Grier
organization; he knew that Grier had heard of him under another name.
Now Grier had seen him, and he felt he would like to tell John Grier
some things about the river he ought to know. He waved a hand declining
the cigar offered him by his great chief.

"Thanks, I don't smoke, and I don't drink, and I don't chew; but
I eat--by gosh, I eat! Nothing's so good as good food, except good
reading."

"Good reading!" exclaimed John Grier. "Good reading--on the river!"

"Well, it's worked all right, and I read a lot. I get books from
Montreal, from the old library at the University."

"At what University?" struck in the lumber-king. "Oh, Laval! I wouldn't
go to McGill. I wanted to know French, so I went to Laval. There I came
to know Father Labasse. He was a great man, Father Labasse. He helped
me. I was there three years, and then was told I was going to die. It
was Labasse who gave me this tip. He said, 'Go into the woods; put your
teeth into the trees; eat the wild herbs, and don't come back till you
feel well.' Well, I haven't gone back, and I'm not going back."

"What do you do with your wages?" asked the lumber-king.

"I bought land. I've got a farm of four hundred acres twenty miles from
here. I've got a man on it working it."

"Does it pay?"

"Of course. Do you suppose I'd keep a farm that di