He paused in his rowing and put out his hand, then
resumed. And that wouldtend to mislead the driver, also, would it not?
I think its beautiful, truly, so much morebeautiful
than that other lake. He could not really act on such a matter for himself and would
not. He would settle himself comfortably and lookout. And from there they could go
to Big Bittern in the morning. She had puther hand over the side and was trailing it
in the blue-blackripples made by his oars. Or why should he have decided that he and
Roberta werenot married? But how could that be when he reallyhad not seen
him?
And she was now thinking that at last, at last he
had come.
It must be, if you are to win her to your will now.
He only knew he wasnot going away with her, and that was all there was to
that.
Could it not happen again successfully in thiscase?
Oh, I thought you might have run into some one. He led the way, bag in hand,
although Clydes greatest desire wasto snatch it from him. She need not think that
she could make him.
Did you talk to any one in the inn there just now?
Youll be staying over for dinner then, I suppose? Do you hear the tinkling of that
water, Clyde?
Else why the plan to go south to that island and
from thencethrough the woods? He was leaving once and for all, or so he had
beentelling her, on her account, was he not? So like those houses and barns that he
had seen outthere in Illinois and Missouri. And above them the humped backs of the
dark and distant Adirondacksbeyond. But as sure asanything, at noon on the sixth, he
would be on the station platformat Fonda. Oh, I thought you might have run into some
one.
Oh, Sondra, Sondra, if but nowfrom your high
estate, you might bend down and aid me.
Else why the plan to go south to that island and
from thencethrough the woods?
And you have not found a wayout and you will not.
And it was only fair, and little enough for him to do.
But how could that be when he reallyhad not seen
him? Did you talk to any one in the inn there just now? Oh, God, would his silly,
self-destructive mistakes never cease?
We did have aboutthirty over the Fourth, but most o
them went down yesterday. Not a one, miss, outside o the inn that were goin to. And
from there how easy to walk through the woodsto Three Mile Bay and Upper Greys Lake?