to him and stop
him before he smashes that dam!"

Craig added to the other visions which had been torturing him the
possible catastrophe of the Comas logs roaring through past the mouth of
a useless canal; he could look ahead still farther and see the grins of
the sawmill men down the Noda, setting their own prices.

Once more Craig was finding that his money was getting him nothing that
day, and his sense of helplessness was revealed by his sagging jowls and
dolorous eyes; and he had always depended on what money could buy!

There was no alacrity for service shown by any man of Flagg's crew.

"We're not afraid," said Felix Lapierre, breaking on Craig's furious
taunts. "We have promise' to keep off and let him make good for
himself--the lone hand--that's it!"

"That's it!" agreed Vittum.

"He has made good," bleated the Comas man. "If he goes any farther it
will only be bad."

The dialogue was taking place disjointedly in the silences between the
blasts. But Craig made himself heard above the next explosion. "He's
ripping hell out of that dam now. Get to him. A thousand dollars for the
man who stops him!"

"No man in this crew needs any of your money!" Lida was defiantly in
front of the Comas director. "But if you're ready to listen to reason
after this----"

She broke off and turned from him.

Before they realized that she had volunteered, she was away in the fog.

In a moment they heard her voice, raised in a thrilling call, appealing
to the avenger.

"That'll fetch him back--even if he was two miles deep in hell," Craig
was informed by one of the men. "It's a lucky thing for the Three C's
that she's on the job to-day."

The Comas director stood holding to a tree. He shivered every time an
explosion clanged its echoes from cliff to cliff.

And when, after a waiting that was agony, the dreadful bombardment
ceased, Craig staggered to the bateau and sat down on its prow.

"I don't blame you for looking that way," said Vittum. "If Latisan had
been driven to get that dam to-day you would have lost your drive for
the canal; and, before God and your directors, you would have been
responsible!"

When Latisan came out of the fog he had put away, somewhere, the sack
which had held destruction.

When he had gone away from them, entering upon the perils of his
undertaking, he was calm and resolute. Now that he was back, a champion
who had prevailed single-handed, he was pale, trembling, and broken;
they di