Transportation of his manufactured products had been so irregular and undefendable that even while he watched the blaze he determined to rebuild his plant nearer the main line of a railway, for many such locations could be found where the pine was as plentiful as here.
At dawn he entered the hotel at Millville with his arms full of books and papers which he had succeeded in saving from the fire, and securing a room went directly to bed.

It was afternoon when he awoke and after obtaining a meal he strolled out into the village and entered the newspaper office.
"Here's an item for your paper," he said to Patsy, who was busy at her desk.

"The mills at Royal will never be rebuilt, and Millville has lost the only chance it ever had of becoming a manufacturing center.

The whole settlement, which belonged to Boglin and myself, went up in smoke, and I'm willing to let it go at that.

I shall collect the insurance, make myself good, and if anything's left over, that fool Boglin is welcome to it.