Nothing but warehouses and lumber-drying yards along there,
anyhow. Still, come to think of it, Pennington will probably raise a
howl about sparks from the engines of the N. C. O. setting his lumber
piles afire. And he won't relish the idea of that crossing, because
that means a watchman and safety-gates, and he'll have to stand half
the cost of that."
"He'll be dead against it," Henry declared. "I know, because at the
Wednesday meeting of the Lumber Manufacturers' Association the
subject of the N. C. O. came up, and Pennington made a talk against
it. He said the N. C. O. ought to be discouraged, if it was a
legitimate enterprise, which he doubted, because the most feasible
and natural route for a road would be from Willits, Mendocino County,
north to Sequoia. He said the N. C. O. didn't tap the main body of
the redwood-belt and that his own road could be extended to act as a
feeder to a line that would build in from the south. I tell you he's
dead set against it."
"Then we won't tell him anything about it, Henry. We'll just pull off
this special session of the council and forget to invite the
reporters; after the job has been put over, Pennington can come
around and howl all he wants. We're not letting a chance like this
slip by us without grabbing a handful of the tail-feathers, Henry.
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