They started up through a grove where there were three cabins.
“Who’s that fellow out on the lake?” Wilfred asked.
“What fellow?”
“There’s a fellow out there in a canoe; he’s got a white jacket—I think—I mean he’s all in white.”
“Oh, that’s the doc; that’s the fellow you’ve got a date with—later. Nice chap, too.”
“Doesn’t he eat?”
“Yes, but he’s not a human famine like the rest of this bunch. I suppose he finished early. You often see him flopping around evenings alone like that.”
“It seems funny,” said Wilfred.
“Well, you’re pretty much like him,” Tom laughed. “I suppose he likes to get away from the crowd now and then—you can’t blame him.”
“He’s young, isn’t he?”