Then his mind went back to his work, which he had
forgotten,--to his first impressions of the camp and of her. They both
stood silent, watching the canoe, now quite visible, and the man that
was paddling it, with an intensity that both felt was insincere.
"I'm afraid," he said, with a forced laugh, "that I was a little too
hasty in disposing of your goods and possessions. We could have kept
afloat a little longer."
"It's all the same," she said, with a slight laugh; "it's jest as well
we didn't look too comf'ble--to HIM."
He did not reply; he did not dare to look at her. Yes! It was the same
coquette he had seen last night. His first impressions were correct.
The canoe came on rapidly now, propelled by a powerful arm. In a few
moments it was alongside, and its owner leaped on the platform. It was
the gentleman with his trousers tucked in his boots, the second voice
in the gloomy discussion in the general store last evening. He nodded
simply to the girl, and shook Hemmingway's hand warmly.
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