"I hope I'll be the last."
She began to wring out the bottom of her skirt, and he was on his knees at once to do it for her.
"That will do very nicely," she presently said, the color billowing her cheeks.
He gathered wood and lit a fire, being fortunate enough to find his match-case had been waterproof. He piled on dry branches till the fire roared and licked out for the moisture in their clothes.
"I've been wondering how you happened to see me in the water," he said. "You were riding past, I expect?"
"No, I was sketching. I saw you when you came up to eat your lunch, and I watched you go back to the river."
"Do you live near here, then?" he asked.
"About three miles away."
"And you were watching me all the time?" He put his statement as a question.
"No, I wasn't," the young woman answered indignantly. "You happened to be in the landscape."