Heinzman he found awaiting him. The little German, with his round,
rosy cheeks, his dot of a nose, his big spectacles, and his rotund
body, looked even more than usual like a spider or a Santa Clause--
Orde could not decide which.

"I haf been thinking of that bond," he began, waving a pudgy hand
toward a seat, "and I haf been talking with Proctor."

"Yes," said Orde hopefully.

"I suppose you would not be prepared to gif a bond?"

"I hardly think so."

"Vell, suppose ve fix him this way," went on Heinzman, clasping his
hands over his stomach and beaming through his spectacles. "Proctor
and I haf talked it ofer, and ve are agreet that the probosition is
a good one. Also ve think it is vell to help the young fellers along."
He laughed silently in such a manner as to shake himself all over.
"Ve do not vish to be too severe, and yet ve must be assured that ve
get our logs on time. Now, I unterstood you to say that this new
concern is a stock company."

Orde did not remember having said so, but he nodded.

"Vell, if you gif us a bond secured with stock in the new company,
that would be satisfactory to us."

Orde's face cleared.