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The Riverman by Stewart Edward White
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it!'"

"That's your last word?" inquired Orde.

"That's my last word, and my first. Ye that make of God's smilin'
land waste places and a wilderness, by your own folly shall ye
perish."

"Good-day," said Orde, whirling on his heel without further
argument.

The young man, who had during this colloquy sat an interested and
silent spectator, arose and joined him. Orde looked at his new
companion a little curiously. He was a very slender young man,
taut-muscled, taut-nerved, but impassive in demeanour. He possessed
a shrewd, thin face, steel-gray, inscrutable eyes behind glasses.
His costume was quite simply an old gray suit of business clothes
and a gray felt hat. At the moment he held in his mouth an
unlighted and badly chewed cigar.

"Nice, amiable old party," volunteered Orde with a chuckle.

"Seems to be," agreed the young man drily.

"Well, I reckon we'll just have to worry along without him,"
remarked Orde, striking his steel caulks into the first log and
preparing to cross out into the river where the work was going on.

"Wait a minute," said the young fellow. "Have you any objections to
my hanging around a little to watch the work? My name is Newmark--
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