“The woods, ma’am, is it, or the drive?” He was safe here. No man knew better this wood-life.
“Oh!—both.”
“The spring drive is pretty stiff work; beats a circus, ma’am, jumpin’ from log to log in quick water. Ever see a circus?” he added, with ingenuous innocence.
“Of course, often.”
“I’d like to see a circus. I did hear tell of one once. There’s the lights. Best let them know”—and he smote the waters with the flat of his paddle. “Guess they’ll hear that.”
The next moment they ran on to the beach, where Mr. Lyndsay was standing. He had been somewhat anxious, but had laughed at the women’s fears.
“All right, Rosy?” he said. “Go up at once and change your clothes. You must be wet through.”
“I am all right, papa, and two such salmon; one took nearly two hours!”
“Up with you.”
“Yes, Pardy. Don’t forget to pay the man. He has been most capable and very thoughtful. I should like to keep him always.”