"No, I merely know my business, and I am responsible for your lives."
"Supposing I elect to stay?" she said with an indolent smile.
"I hope you will not, as I should be compelled to have you carried away by force, the same as a fakir, who established himself in his old cave. He has twice returned, and twice been ignominously removed."
"Perhaps the third time will be the charm?" she said gaily.
"The third time will be his death. The lake will not last more than thirty-six hours."
"Then we are just in the nick of time to see what Sir Capel calls the great water shoot."
"I doubt if you will see much; I believe the dam will go at night."
"Oh, how depressing you are! When we have come all this distance in order to see the sight and, as the guide books say, any other objects of interest! What do you do of an evening?" she inquired.
"We go to bed early, we are mostly dog tired; sometimes we have songs. Angel has a mandoline, Brady has a voice, and occasionally we have a round game of cards."
"Cards!" and her eyes glittered, "oh, do let us have a round game to-night."