"Mrs. Rothsay."
This was duly met by Clarence with a brief acknowledgment. Mr. Clarence was no speechmaker. But he proposed the health of—
"Our gallant captain," which was drank with enthusiasm.
The captain responded, and proposed—
"Mr. Clarence Rockharrt," which was cordially honored.
Then Mr. Clarence made his last little speech of personal thanks.
After this the company arose and separated, to wander about the camping ground, to stretch their cramped limbs before returning to their seats on their carryalls.
"Come, Clarence, let us follow this little stream up to its head. It cannot be far away," said Corona.
Mr. Clarence silently drew her arm within his, and they walked on up the little valley until it narrowed into a gorge, clothed with stunted trees in brilliant autumn hues, through which the gray rocks jutted. The tinkling of the spring which supplied the stream could be heard while it was yet out of sight.
"Did you bring your drinking cup with you, Clarence? I should like a draught from the spring," said Corona.