“Yes,” said Archie, “I’m feeling old already. We are both of us over twenty.”
“Sad thought! yes?” added Kenneth. “So I propose we leave the dear old stupid craft at the end of this voyage, Archie.”
And so they did, reader. And thus our tale runs on, but the scenes must change.
End of Book Two.
Chapter Eighteen.
On the Unknown River.
“Most glorious night,
Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be
A sharer in thy fierce and fair delight.”
Byron.