clay bank was fringed with alders 

 and dropped abruptly into the 

 water. 



"We cannot stay here, that is 

 sure," puffed Bobbie after he had 

 thrown down a pack that was too 

 heavy for him and gotten his breath 

 a little, though he was still purple. 

 Nimrod now came staggering up, 

 pale and exhausted, with my bundle 

 of bedding. I was seriously alarmed 

 for him as he rested the pack on a 

 stump and thus let it slip to the 

 ground. 



Sally surveyed the two heroes and 

 remarked that it might be well to 

 remember that we were there for 

 pleasure and not to kill ourselves, 

 whereupon Bobbie voiced his grow- 

 ing irritation. He was not angry 



with Sally perhaps it is the duty 



of wives, now and then to open the 

 husbandly safety valve, even though 

 they catch some of the steam- 

 but he was a man accustomed to 

 successfully carrying through big 

 enterprises and this little muddle 

 was galling. 



" I want you not to talk nonsense, 

 Sally. We are going on I say. I 



