And I wished him free of it myself. I was sorry now I had not
stayed on marking down a few more days, that he might have enough and to
spare. What if it should prove too little, after all?
Engineer Lassen was a wealthy man, apparently. He lived at an hotel, and
had two rooms there. I never got farther than the office myself, but even
there he had a lot of costly things, books and papers, silver things for
the writing-table, gilt instruments and things; a light overcoat,
silk-lined, hung on the wall. Evidently a rich man, and a person of
importance in the place. The local photographer had a large-sized
photograph of him in the show-case outside. I saw him, too, out walking in
the afternoons with the young ladies of the town. Being in charge of all
the timber traffic, he generally walked down to the long bridge--it was
four hundred and sixty feet--across the foss, halted there, and stood
looking up and down the river. Just by the bridge piers, and on the flat
rocks below them, was where the logs were most inclined to jam, and he
kept a gang of lumbermen regularly at hand for this work alone.
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