need to hunt another job, because this is only the beginnin' of the
pulpwood game for me----" The telephone on the desk rang, and after a
moment's conversation, McNabb arose and tossed the packet of papers
into Wentworth's lap. "I've got to step out for a matter of ten or
fifteen minutes," he said. "Here's the papers, an' a map of the
country. Look 'em over, an' if you care to tackle it, let me know when
I come back."

Alone in the office, Wentworth studied the map fully five minutes; then
he read over the option contract. Suddenly, he straightened in his
chair, and read the last clause of the contract carefully:

Be it further agreed that if the said John McNabb, or his authorized
representative, does not demand fulfillment of the terms of this
agreement, and accompany the said demand by tender of at least ten
percent of the purchase price named herein, on or before noon of the
first day of July, nineteen hundred and twenty-one, this agreement
shall automatically become null and void in its entirety.

Be it further agreed between the said John McNabb, and the said
Canadian Wild Lands Company, Ltd., that aforementioned demand and
tender of payment shall be made at and in the store of that trading
post of the Hudson's Bay Company, situated upon the north shore of Gods
Lake, and known as Gods Lake Post.

Swiftly Wentworth stepped to the desk and, lifting the receiver from
its hook, called a number. "Hello! Wolverine Bank? I want to speak
with Mr. Orcutt. Hello, Mr. Orcutt? This is Wentworth--No, I don't
want any money. Listen, I must see you at once. I'm on the trail of
something big, and I need you to help swing it. There's a million in