the big human machine has been built up. What is more important,
the country is livable at last. Over at Ancon Hospital there is a
quiet, hard-working medical man who has made this thing possible.
When the two oceans are joined together, and the job is finished,
his will be the name most highly honored."

"It must be nice to do something worth while," Anthony mused,
vaguely.

"To do anything," his companion observed, with a shade of meaning;
then: "It is amusing to look back on the old Spanish statement
that it would be impious to unite two oceans which the Creator of
the world had separated."

Noting that the sun was setting beyond the distant jungles and the
canon at his feet was filling with shadows, Kirk remarked, "It
must be nearly time they quit work."

"This work doesn't stop. When it grows dark the whole place is lit
by electricity, and the concrete continues to pour in just the
same. It is wonderful then--like the mouth of a volcano. Batteries
of search-lights play upon the men; the whole sky is like a
furnace. You can see it for miles. Now I think we had better go
back to the car."

In spite of his bodily misery, that night ride impressed itself
strongly upon Anthony's mind. The black mystery of the jungles,
the half-suggested glimpses of river and hill, the towns that
flashed past in an incandescent blaze and were buried again in the
velvet blackness, the strange odors of a new land riotous in its