“Don’t talk now. It can’t be serious. To-morrow, or later, we shall want to hear more.”
Meanwhile Rose in her own canoe was hearing from Jack all that he knew of the day’s misadventure.
“That will do,” she said, at last, and fell back on her seat, deep in thought. There are some fruits which only winter ripens quickly.
CHAPTER XXX
Lyndsay had just come in when he saw the glow of the fire over the hilltop. He was curious and a little anxious. Wood-fires are of all things what men dread the most, when once they have been face to face with their terrors. He called his men again, and ordered them to take him up the river. Rose, who had been with him on the pool, asked at once to go with him.
He said, “I see no objection. Get a wrap and make haste.”
Thus it chanced that in a few moments they were poling up the stream with more than usual speed.
“Halloa!” cried Lyndsay, as a dugout shot by them in the darkness. “What’s wrong up above?”
There was no reply.