The situation had at last become acute, and Time, the solvent of most complications, had not quite eased the strain.

Indeed, on the day that Fleda Druse had made her journey down the Carillon Rapids, Time's influence had not availed.

So he had gone fishing, with millions at stake--to the despair of those who were risking all on his skill and judgment.
But that was Ingolby.

Thinking was the essence of his business, not Time.

As fishing was the friend of thinking, therefore he fished in Seely's Eddy, saw Fleda Druse run the Carillon Rapids, saved her from drowning, and would have brought her in pride and peace to her own home, but that she decreed otherwise..