Finally, the fourth lake was reached. Its shores were wild and lonely, unlike those of the other lakes. Not a bungalow could be seen. Here and there an opening appeared, where open camp had been kept. Otherwise it was a perfect wilderness of pine and brush.
"Would you like to land and rest awhile?" George asked. "The clouds have gathered slightly, but it promises no rain for several hours."
Edith gave consent and George made for one of the camp openings.
When they had alighted and fastened the boat to an old stump, of a tree George looked about the clearing.
"I have it!" he exclaimed, and, leaving Edith, he returned in a few moments with two logs.
"Rather rustic, isn't it?" he said. "Best we can do, however. There! Sit on this, and rest yourself against the tree. Are you comfortable?"
"Very, thank you," she replied. "And you?"
"Shall do the same," he said, adjusting the log and leaning against the tree opposite to hers, with a full sigh of satisfaction.
For a few moments he feasted his eyes upon her loveliness. The green forest and open camp made an odd setting for Edith's pale beauty.
There was nothing in his glance to embarrass Edith. Far too honorable to convey his feelings through even unspoken language, he simply gazed at her with open, friendly scrutiny.