“They met in the woods. She was lost, too, so Phil built a lean-to and they lived there together. Lucky dog! Idyllic—what?”
“Well, rather! Arcadia to the minute. But how did they get on?” asked the Colonel.
“Famously——”
“But they couldn’t live on love.”
“Oh, they fished and ate berries, and Gallatin shot a deer.”
“Lucky, lucky dog!”
“They’d be there now, if the guides hadn’t found them.”
“His guides?”
“Yes, and hers.”