"Yes," agreed Hilda; "in some things, he is really very sensible."
When Andrew reached the Lake of Shadows he found Carnally awaiting him with a satisfactory account of the progress of development work on the lode, and they spent some time talking over it in Andrew's room at the hotel.
"Jake, are you willing to take the post of our general manager in Canada?" Andrew asked.
"Under Hathersage, as boss director?"
"No, under me. Hathersage has left the firm for good."
"Then I'll be proud to take it," said Carnally quietly.
"It's yours. You haven't asked about the stipend."
"That's so," Carnally drawled. "I guess I can leave you to do the square thing." Then his eyes twinkled. "I've kept you here some time talking business, and it strikes me you're anxious to get away. You'll find a skiff ready, and I'd like to wish you good luck."
"Thanks," responded Andrew soberly. "Perhaps you had better wait until I come back."
He hurried to the beach and rowed across the lake with steady, determined strokes, and it happened, but not by accident, that Geraldine was waiting on the lawn. She had seen a trail of engine smoke drift across the pines an hour earlier, and at last a skiff shoot out across the sparkling water. As it drew near the landing she felt tempted to retreat to the house, but she waited, and the color crept into her face when Andrew took her hand in a masterful grasp.