Joan of Arc of the North Woods | Page 2

strap if supply fails."
"Nor can the folks who have built villages around the sawmills lug away their houses if the mills are closed."
"Paper dominates in this valley nowadays, instead of lumber. Latisan, you're old-fashioned!"
The young man, feeling his temper flame, lighted his pipe, avoiding too quick retort.
"You stand to lose money in the lumber market, with conditions as they are," proceeded Craig, loftily counseling another man about his own business. The Comas director, intent on consolidation, had persistently failed to understand the loyalty, half romantic, which was actuating the old-line employers to protect faithful householders. "Let the workers move down the river to our model town."
"And live in those beehives of yours, paying big rent, competing with the riffraff help you hire from employment agencies? We can't see it that way, Mr. Craig!"
"Look here! I've got some news for you. I've just pulled five of the independents in with us--Gibson, Sprague, Tolman, Brinton, and Bodwell. The Comas now controls the timber market on the Toban. How about logs for your mills?"
Craig believed he was hitting Latisan five solid jolts to the jaw when he named the recreant operators.
However, the young man had heard rumors of what the bludgeoning methods of the Comas had accomplished; he surveyed Craig resolutely through the pipe smoke.
He had come down from the Walpole tract that day in a spirit of new confidence which put away all weariness from him. He was armed with a powerful weapon. In his exultation, fired by youth's natural hankering to vaunt success in an undertaking where his elders had failed, he was willing to flourish the weapon.
Craig waggled a thick forefinger. "What are you going to saw, Latisan?"
"Two million feet from the Walpole tract--where no ax has chipped a tree for twenty-five years."
It was a return jolt and it made the Comas man blink. "But nobody can buy the right to cut there."
"I have bought the right, Mr. Craig. An air-tight stumpage contract--passed on by the best lawyer in this county--a clear title."
"Latisan, the Comas has never been able to round up those heirs--and what we can't do with all our resources can't be done by you."
"The Latisans know this region better than the Comas folks know it, sir. Five cousins by hard hunting--two gravestones by good luck! All heirs located! Why don't you congratulate me?"
Just then the Comas director was thinking instead of talking.
In his operations he was a cocksure individual, Mr. Craig was! In his hands, by his suggestion, his New York superiors had placed all the details of business in the field of the north country. He had promised consolidation with full belief in his ability to perform; one explicit promise had been that this season would mark the end of the opposition by the independents; the Comas would secure complete control of the Toban timber and fix prices. But here were the ringleader Latisans in a way to smash the corner which Craig had manipulated by bulldozing and bribery! In the past Craig had not bothered headquarters with any minute explanations of how he accomplished results. This crusher which threatened all his plans and promises would make a monkey of him in New York, he reflected.
"I want to say a last word to you, Mr. Craig," continued Latisan, stiffly. "Probably we are now in for that fight on which you've been insisting. I don't want to fight, but I'm ready for a fair stand-up. Just a moment, please!" Craig had barked a few oaths preliminary to an outpouring of his feelings. "I'm warning you to let up on those guerrilla tactics of yours. I propose to find out whether your big men in New York are backing you. I'm telling you now to your face, so you can't accuse me later of carrying tales behind your back, of my intention to go to New York and report conditions to the president of the Comas."
"Don't you dare!"
"I do dare. I'm going. I expect you to run in ahead of me, but no matter. And speaking of tales behind a man's back----"
Craig was having difficulty in finding speech for retort; Latisan was rushing the affair. Again Craig blustered, "Don't you dare!"
"Yes, I do dare. When I went away last summer I had good reasons for keeping my plans to myself. I got back to the Toban and found slander accusing me of sporting in the city, deviling around with liquor and women. That's a damnable lie!"
Latisan delivered the accusation hotly; there was unmistakable challenge in his demeanor. "You yourself have handed around some of that slander, Mr. Craig. I get it straight from men whose word is good!"
"I only said what others were saying."
"I don't know, of course, who started those stories, but I do know that they have been used against me. They have helped you, it