“He looks down upon me as a poor boy.”
“Well, I suppose James is entitled to his prejudice; but if you can't use the boat, I won't.”
“Don't let that interfere with your pleasure, Mr. Cameron,” said Herbert, eagerly. “I don't trouble myself in the least about the way James treats me.”
“Let us go down to the pond, at any rate. We can sit down on the bank, if nothing better.”
“All right.”
An easy walk brought them to the edge of the pond. Herbert naturally looked for James Leech's boat. He thought something was the matter with his eyes, for where there should be but one boat there were now two.
“Why, there's another boat!” he exclaimed.
“Is there?” asked Cameron, indifferently.
“Yes, don't you see it?”
“Well, it does look like a boat, I admit. I should say it was nicer than the other.”