"Waal, yes; if you want ter go to Camp Indiana. It's at the far end of the lake."
"Camp Indiana!" repeated Lord Canning to himself. "After her, of course. They have a curious faculty over here, of naming people after places and vice versa."
"What sort of a boat is this 'ere, my man?" asked Flash, after they were installed and on their way.
"Naptha launch."
"No danger of explosion?" he asked, cheerily.
"Waal, yer never can tell—yer never can tell."
Lord Canning laughed heartily. As they puffed along, the wind commenced to wail dismally, echoed by the mountains, until it seemed as though a pack of wild beasts were howling in the night. At intervals a camp fire enlivened the prospect, blazing cheerily down on the shore. The shadow-dance of the flames on the water, together with the outlines of human forms feeding the fire, produced a fantastic effect on the travellers. At Camp Indiana an enormous fire had been kindled to welcome the guests. The boat-house was lit up with different colored lanterns. Haller shouted as they passed in the dock, and was answered by William, who hurried down and assisted the disembarking. Haller, holding the lantern, lit them up to the camp. A flood of light streamed from the open door, in which Mrs. Bunker stood.
"Well, here you are at last—so glad to see you."
She shook hands with them vigorously.
"My man Flash," said Lord Stafford.