This was said with a coquettish glance at Bronson, who in a low voice hastened to assure her that he was more than satisfied with his present position.
He was a handsome fellow of about seventeen, tall and of somewhat slight build, with very regular features. His eyes were his weak point. They were of a pale greenish-blue, and were too close together.
His greeting to Neal was most cordial. "Holloa, old fellow!" he said; "this is a piece of luck. Miss Morgan told me you were stopping here, so I was prepared for the pleasure."
THE START FROM OAKLEIGH.
"As if he hadn't known it before," muttered Neal to Cynthia, as he helped her into the canoe, and they pushed off. "He sent that letter here and he got mine from here. He's a hypocritical ass."
"Look out, Neal!" cautioned Cynthia; "you know how sound carries on the water." And she was quite sure from the expression on Bronson's face that he had heard.
There was some discussion as to where their destination should be.
"Let's go as high as we can," said Gertrude. "Above Charles River village."
"But there is the 'carry,'" objected her brother.