Suddenly he remembered it. He also remembered that his father’s house still existed, though it was tenantless, his father and Miss Martha having gone up to see friends at the Mountain.
“Come, Vic,” he exclaimed, starting up, “I must go home. The old place may be forsaken, but it is not the less congenial on that account. Come.”
Victor at once complied; they descended to the canoe, pushed out from the passage, and soon crossed the flood to Angus Macdonald’s dwelling.
Chapter Twenty Two.
The “Impossible” Accomplished.
And what a dwelling Angus Macdonald’s house had become!
“What a home-coming!” exclaimed Ian, thinking, in the bitterness of his soul, of Elsie as well as the house.
“It’s awful!” said Victor, with a sympathetic glance at his friend.