“I agree with you,” said Cameron. “I am afraid James will be stirred with envy when he sees your boat.”
“I am afraid so, too. He won't believe it is mine.”
“It may be your duty, out of a delicate regard to his feelings, to give it up, or exchange,” suggested Cameron.
“That's a little further than I carry my delicate regard to his feelings,” responded Herbert.
After half an hour's rowing, Cameron said, suddenly: “I must go back to the hotel. I came near forgetting an important letter, which must be sent off by this afternoon's mail.”
Herbert was a little disappointed, still he said, cheerfully: “All right, Mr. Cameron.”
“Don't you cease your rowing,” said the collegian.
“I thought you might not like to walk back alone.”
“I don't mind that. I shall hurry back, and should be poor company. We will meet to-morrow morning.”
Cameron set out on his return home. He had gone less than quarter of a mile when he met James Leech.