"A bagatelle?" she replied. "Oh, about a thousand pounds. Father always speaks of a thousand pounds as a mere bagatelle."
Archie laughed aloud—he could not help it; but Etheldene looked merrily at him as she remarked quietly, "You wouldn't laugh if you knew what I know."
"Indeed! What is it?"
"We are both lost!"
"Goodness forbid!"
"You won't have grace to say to-day—there will be no dinner; that's always the worst of being lost."
Archie looked around him. There was not a blazed tree to be seen, and he never remembered having been in the country before in which they now rode.
"We cannot be far out," he said, "and I believe we are riding straight for the creek."
"So do I, and that is one reason why we are both sure to be wrong. It's great fun, isn't it?"
"I don't think so. We're in an ugly fix. I really thought I was a better Bushman than I am."