He wondered what should bring his father to him now.

There was interested reflection in his eye.

With his habit of visualization, he saw behind John Grier, as he came on now, the long procession of logs and timbers which had made his fortune, stretch back on the broad St.Lawrence, from the Mattawan to the Madawaska, from the Richelieu to the Marmora.

Yet, what was it John Grier had done?
In a narrow field he had organized his life perfectly, had developed his opportunities, had safeguarded his every move.

The smiling inquiry in his face was answered by the old man saying abruptly: "Fabian's gone.