This brought them to a pause, while the one in the stern spoke.
“We are not satisfied of that; for what business have you here?”
“I might with equal justice put that question to you.”
“If you choose to give no answer, we can not wait to bandy words with you. Go ahead, Haverland.”
“Hold! is that Alfred Haverland with you?”
“Suppose it is? What is that to you?”
“He is the man whom, above all others, I wish to see. I am Everard Graham; and perhaps he remembers the name.”
The woodman now turned toward the shore with a stare of wonder. A minute sufficed.
“It’s he, Ned, sure enough.”
With these words he turned the canoe toward shore. A few strokes sent it up against the bank, and he sprang out and grasped the hand of his young friend.