"I'll go, after all," he told himself. "I'll go--and I'll see what I
shall see."
He was too wrought up now to sit calmly down in the peace and
quietude of the giants, and digest the annual reports Sinclair had
given him. He hastened back to the mill-office and sought Sinclair.
"At what hour does the logging-train leave the Laguna Grande Lumber
Company's yard for our log-landing in Township Nine?" he demanded.
"Eight a.m. and one p.m. daily, Bryce."
"Have you any maps of the holdings of Pennington and ourselves in
that district?"
"Yes."
"Let me have them, please. I know the topography of that district
perfectly, but I am not familiar with the holdings in and around
ours."
Sinclair gave him the maps, and Bryce retired to his father's private
office and gave himself up to a study of them.
CHAPTER XI
When Shirley Sumner descended to the breakfast room on the morning
following her arrival in Sequoia, the first glance at her uncle's
stately countenance informed her that during the night something had
occurred to irritate Colonel Seth Pennington and startle him out of
his customary bland composure. He greeted her politely but coldly,
and without even the perfunctory formality of inquiring how she had
passed the night, he came directly to the issue,
"Shirley," he began, "did I hear you calling young Cardigan on the
telephone after dinner last night or did my ears deceive me?"
"Your ears are all right, Uncle Seth.
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