There is other big business too, so you must come." Rosenblatt needed no further urging.

In a week he was on the ground.
Meanwhile, Kalman was developing his mine, and dreaming great dreams as to what he should do when he had become a great mine owner.

It was his custom, ever since Irma's coming, to spend the Sunday evening with her at the hospital.

His way to the mine lay through scrub and sleugh, a heavy trail, and so he welcomed the breaking up of the ice on the Eagle River.

For, taking Brown's canoe, he could paddle down to the Saskatchewan, and thence to the mouth of the Night Hawk Creek, from which point it was only a short walk to camp.
It was a most fortunate thing for old Pere Garneau that Kalman had adopted this method of transportation on the very night the old priest had chosen for his trip down the Eagle.