“Going far? We don’t know much about that Paddy,” he said, in an undertone.
“Only to meet Paul.”
“If he’s late, you may have to go a good way.”
“He won’t be late.”
“Well, he may be,” answered Hollis, patiently. “I guess I’ll take you, if you’ll let me; and then, when we meet, I’ll come back with his man in the other canoe.”
“Very well,” Eve responded. She did not comment upon the terms of his offer, she did not care what he thought. She took her place, and he paddled westward.
It was a beautiful afternoon; a slight coolness, which made itself felt through the sunshine, showed that the short Northern summer was approaching its end. As she sat with her back to the prow, she was obliged to turn her head to look for the other canoe; and this she did many times. After one of these quests, she saw that Hollis’s eyes were upon her.
“Is there any change in me?” she asked, laughing.
“Rather!”
“What is it?”