"Don't you think a little thing like some stupid laws of science will stand in my way, or the way of a man who knows his own mind.

I tell you I'll level that road from the tree there which we marked as the starting-point to the very centre of Bekwando." He slammed the door and re-entered the room.

The boy was there, sitting upon the office stool hard at work with a pair of compasses.
"What the devil are you doing there ?" Trent asked.

"Out you go with your master!" The boy looked up.

He had a fair, smooth face, but lips like Trent's own.
"I'm just thinking about that first bend by Kurru corner, sir," he said, "I'm not sure about the level." Trent's face relaxed.