of a pair that did such team work.

"Then later, to-night."

The two nodded and moved off, talking earnestly, while Clark
experienced a strange breathlessness. His soul was in tumult, and he
reacted from the strain of the past few days. He perceived that with
men like himself and his visitors lay the great economic forces of the
world. And yet he was expected to make way.

Passing slowly through the big gates, towards which he had walked
automatically, he moved on beyond the pulp mills towards the rapids, as
though drawn by their insistent call. It was the call he had heard for
years, even in his very dreams. And there, on the great boulder where
he had once found her before, sat Elsie.

She had been there for an hour, gazing at the tumbled mass of foam and
trying desperately to disentangle her thoughts. But even as she gazed,
Clark's face seemed to come in between; keen, strong, undefeated and
suggestive. It was not till now that she admitted to her own soul that
he had dominated her imagination for months past. His achievements,
his peculiar independence, his swift versatility had captured her
crescent ambition, the ambition which he himself had unwittingly
stimulated. She did not question whether this was love, she only knew
that in this season, when his work seemed to be tottering over his
head, she was ready to come to him and help rebuild it into something
stronger and even greater.

She did not start, but looked at him with a strange satisfaction, as
though it were meant from the first that they should meet at this time
and place. Her eyes were very grave, and in them was that which made
Clark's pulse beat faster. Something whispered that each of them had
been saved over for this moment.

"I haven't seen much of you for the past few months," he said presently.

"I know that, but I know why. Are things better now?"

He nodded. "They may be very shortly."

"I'm so glad. You can't imagine how anxious I've been,--the riots and
your escape--and--"

"But I was anxious for you."

"You shouldn't have been," she said gently. "Mr. Belding told me that
you wanted him to come to the house when things were at their worst,
but he didn't like leaving you. Now tell me, are the works starting up
again?"

Clark drew a long breath. "I'll know very soon."

"Then you'll settle down just like before, and it will be all a bad
dream?"

"Perhaps I will." His voice lifted a little.

"You're not going