“What did she want with it, anyway?”
It was evident from Weston’s voice that he was not anxious to pursue that subject.
“I don’t know,” he said. “It paddles easier than the other one.”
“Well,” said Grenfell, “you and I are going to have trouble taking the blame thing up the river again. It’s quite different from coming down. I suppose you shot the fall?”
“I didn’t.”
Grenfell’s tone suggested astonishment.
“You hauled the canoe over the portage! What made you do that, when you have twice come down the fall?”
Ida started at this, and leaned forward eagerly to catch Weston’s answer.
“I fancied there might be a little risk in it, and I had Miss Stirling with me.”
Ida felt her face grow warm as she remembered that she had twitted him with having less nerve than the Indians; but Grenfell apparently was not yet satisfied.