"Goin' over?" he asked, pleasantly, when Philip came up.
"Yes. I want to see how your men work without a leader," replied Philip. He paused for a moment to light his pipe, and pointed to a group of men down on the lake shore. "See that gang?" he asked. "They're building a scow. Take away their foreman and they wouldn't be worth their grub. They're men we brought up from Winnipeg."
Thorpe was rolling a cigarette. Under his arm he held a pair of light gloves.
"Mine are different," he laughed, quietly.
"I know that," rejoined Philip, watching the skill of his long white fingers. "That's why I want to see them in action, when you're away."
"My policy is to know to a cubic foot what a certain number of men are capable of doing in a certain time," explained Thorpe, as they walked toward the
