"Did you have a nice time?" asked Indiana.
"Oh, I'll tell you all about it later. We had a fine time, lots of sport. I must go and shake hands with the folks now, and read my mail. See you later, sir." He swung his coat over his shoulder and saluted them, military fashion.
"Will you take me for a walk, Miss Stillwater?"
Indiana looked hesitatingly up at the camp.
"Oh, perhaps you would prefer to stay and talk with your old playmate. Do as you feel inclined, Miss Stillwater." But he looked distinctively aggrieved.
"Oh, no," said Indiana, carelessly. "There is plenty of time for that. He will tell us his experiences around the fire to-night. Where would you like to go?"
"Oh, let us simply follow one of those little 'trails' through the woods—one of those charming little trails, which one loses, and finds again, like a broken thread of thought, in the forest. There is always the murmur of some distant stream, which one vaguely hopes to reach—and sometimes a glimpse of blue sky through the dark pines."
CHAPTER X.
The Might of the Falls
"She doesn't look a day over thirty! Remarkable!" said Lord Stafford.