"I've a lunch in the canoe, thank you. The moon is up, an' I'm going to push on to Copper Falls. Migley will be waiting for me. We shall camp there for a day or two at Cedar Spring. Good-night."
"Good-night."
It was growing dark. Strong's outbreak had wearied him. He groaned and shook his head and stood a moment thinking. In the distance he could hear the hoot of an owl and the bull bass of frogs booming over the still water.
"G-gone!" he exclaimed, presently. Soon he added, in a mournful tone, "W-wouldn't d-dast tell Mis' Strong."
He started slowly towards the camp.
"I'll l-lie to her," he whispered, as he went along.
Before going to bed he made this note in his memorandum-book:
"June the 26 More snags Strong says trubel is like small-pox thing to do is kepe it from spreadin."