"All right."
With a ready smile Mr. Hazen plunged into the shack and soon returned laden with the crimson cushions, which he arranged in the stern of the canoe with greatest care. Afterward he picked Laurie up in his arms as if he had been a feather and carried him to the boat.
"How's that?" he asked, when the invalid was settled.
"Fine! Great, thanks! You're a wonder with pillows, Mr. Hazen; you always get them just right," replied the lad. "Now if I only had my book——"
"I could go and get it."
"Oh, no. Don't bother. Ted will be here before long, won't he? What time is it?"
"About half-past three."
"Only half-past three! Great Scott! I thought it must be nearly four by this time. Then I have quite a while to wait, don't I? I don't see why you got me over here so early."
"I don't either," returned Mr. Hazen pleasantly. "I'm afraid my watch must have been wrong."
Laurie moved restlessly on the pillows. He had passed a wretched night and was worn and nervous in consequence.