He swept silently around the end of Wanda Island, and his dreams were suddenly interrupted by a startling sight; for directly in front of him, just between the little bay and the lake beyond, bobbed an upturned canoe and two heads!
To the youthful native of Algonquin an upset into the lake was not a serious matter; and to the young lady and gentleman swimming about their capsized craft, the affair, up to a few moments previous, had been rather a good joke. How it had happened that two such expert canoeists as Leslie Graham and Fred Hamilton could fall out of anything that sailed the water, was a question those who knew them could not have solved. They had been over to Mondamin Island to gather golden-rod and asters for a party the young lady was to give the next evening. They had been paddling merrily homeward, the space between them piled with their purple and golden treasure, and as they paddled they talked, or rather the young lady did, for where Miss Leslie Graham was, no one else had much chance to say anything.
"There's the Inverness at the dock," she said, when they came within view of the town. "Aunt Elinor's boarder must have come on it, the girl that's going to teach in Miss Hasting's room."
"I thought your aunt said you weren't to call her a boarder."
The girl put her paddle across the canoe and leaned back with a burst of laughter. She was handsome at any time, but particularly so when she laughed, showing a row of perfect teeth and a merry gleam in her black eyes.
"Poor old Auntie! Isn't she a joke? She's scared the family escutcheon of the Armstrongs will be sullied forever with the blot3 of a boarder on it. Auntie Bell is nearly as bad too. My! I hope they won't expect us to trot5 her around in our set."
"Why?" asked young Mr. Hamilton. He was always interested in new girls.
"Too many girls in it already. You know that, Fred Hamilton."
"Well, I say, I believe you're right, Les," he ventured, but with some hesitation6. He was a rather nice young fellow, with the inborn7 idea that, theoretically, there couldn't be too many girls, but there was no denying the fact that Algonquin seemed to have more than her fair share. Only, Leslie was always so startlingly truthful8, it was sometimes rather disconcerting to hear one's half-formed thoughts spoken out incisively9 as was her way.
"There does seem to be an awful swarm10 of them," he admitted reluctantly, "especially since the Harrisons and the Wests came to town. I danced twenty-five times without drawing breath at Polly's last spree, and never twice with the same girl. Where did she pick 'em all up, anyway?"
That was the last remark they could remember having made. And the girl was wont11 to explain that the thing which happened next was a just judgment12 upon the young man for uttering such sentiments, and a fearful warning for his future. But the most elaborate explanations could never quite solve the mystery, for they never knew how it chanced that the next moment the canoe was over and they were in the water. To a girl of Algonquin, a canoe upset was inexcusable; to a boy, a disgrace never to be lived down. So when Leslie Graham and Fred Hamilton, who had been born and brought up on the shores of the lake and had learned to swim and walk simultaneously13, found themselves in the water, the first expression in their eyes, after an instant's startled surprise, was one of indignation.
And then, being the girl she was, Leslie Graham burst out laughing, "'What on the water,' would be more appropriate. Well, Fred Hamilton, I never thought you'd upset!"
"I didn't!" he cried indignantly. "You jumped, I saw you."
"Jumped! I never did! And even if I did, I don't see why you should have turned a somersault. I could dance the Highland16 Fling in a canoe and not upset. Oh dear! all my flowers are gone!" They put their hands on the upturned craft and floated easily.
"What are you going to do about it?" she asked. "We're a long way from shore, and the walking's damp."
He glanced about. They were a good distance from land, but the only danger he anticipated was the danger of a rescue. He would be disgraced forever if some fellow paddled out from home and picked them up. But a little island lay between them and the town, screening them from immediate17 exposure.
Many a time in younger days, just for fun, they had pitched themselves out of their canoe, righted it again, "scooped18" and "rocked" the water out, and scrambled19 back over bow and stern. But that was always when they wore bathing suits and there were no paddles and cushions floating about to be collected. But they were ready for even this difficult feat20. They tumbled the canoe over to its proper position, and the young man, by balancing himself upon one end and swimming rapidly, sent the stern up into the air and "scooped" most of the water out. Then they rocked it violently from side to side, to empty the remainder, while the girl sang gaily21 "Rocked in the Cradle of the Deep," her dancing eyes no less bright than the water drops glistening22 on her black curly hair.
But the emptying process was longer than they had anticipated, and the evening air was growing cool. By the time the canoe was ready to enter, the girl had stopped singing.
"Hustle23 up, Freddie!" she called, giving a little shiver, as he shot away through the water for a paddle. "This water's getting wetter every minute." When he returned, he placed himself at the stern and the girl at the bow.
"Now," he cried, "when I say go, you climb like a cat, Les. Don't hurry, just crawl in easy. Ready? Go!"
She placed her hands on the gunwale and drew herself up, while her companion, with an eye on her progress, slowly crawled over the stern.
But the heavy drag of her soaked cloth skirt was too much for the girl's strength. She paused, failed at the critical moment, slipped to one side, and they were once more in the water, the canoe bottom up.
"Oh, hang!" exclaimed the young man. Then apologetically, "Never mind, heave her over, and we'll do it again."
But the girl's teeth had begun to chatter24, and the work of emptying the canoe the second time was not such a joke. And the second attempt to get in and the third also proved a failure.
"What's the matter, anyhow?" grumbled25 the boy impatiently. "You've done that three times, Leslie!"
He was amazed and dismayed to see her lip quiver. "I can't do it, Fred. I'm all tired out. I—I believe I'm going to yell for help."
"Oh, Great Scott, Leslie!" groaned26 the young man. Then encouragingly, "You're all right. Cheer up! I'll get you into this thing in no time."
He set to work again briskly, but though the girl helped, it was without enthusiasm. She was going through an entirely27 new experience. In all her happy life, untouched by sorrow or privation of any kind, she had never felt the need of help. Fred and she had been chums since they were babies, and were going to be married some day, perhaps. Fred was a good, jolly fellow, he was well off, well-dressed, and quite the leader of all the young men of the town. But now, for the first time, her dauntless gay spirit was forsaking28 her, and a vision of how inadequate29 Fred might be in time of stress was coming dimly to her awakening30 woman's heart. She would almost rather have drowned than play the coward. But she wanted Fred to be afraid for her. She was more of a woman than she knew.
And then, just as a wave of fear was coming over her, Roderick McRae, in his canoe, came out around the point and paddled straight towards them.
She gave a cry of joyful31 relief. "A canoe! Oh, look, Fred! Somebody's coming this way from McRae's cove32!"
The young man turned with some apprehension33 mingling34 with his joy. He would almost as soon be detected appropriating funds from the bank where he clerked, as be caught in this ignominious35 plight36. There was just a slight sense of relief, however, for they had been a long time in the water. But he would not admit that.
"Pshaw!" he grumbled. "I wish they'd waited a minute longer."
"Well, I don't!" cried his companion tremulously.
The boy looked across the canoe at her. Never, in the twenty years he had known Leslie Graham intimately, had he before seen her daunted37.
"What's up?" he demanded. "You're not losing your nerve, Leslie?"
"No, I'm not!" she snapped, trying desperately38 to hide an unexpected quaver in her voice. "But—"
"You're not chilled, are you?"
"No. Not much."
"No."
"Well, you're all right then. Goodness, you've been in the water hours longer than this, heaps of times. Cheer up, old girl, you're all right. What's the matter, anyhow?"
But she did not answer, for she hardly knew herself. She had no real fear of being drowned, that seemed impossible. But strange new feelings had begun to stir in the heart, that so far had been only the care-free heart of a girl, almost the heart of a daring boy. She did not realise that what she really wanted was that Fred should be solicitous40 about her. If he had shown the slightest anxiety over her she would have become recklessly daring. But young Fred would as soon have shown tender care for a frisky41 young porpoise42 in the water, as Leslie, even had it been his nature to care unduly43 for any one but Fred Hamilton.
The canoe was approaching swiftly, and the man in it was near enough to be recognised. "I say," cried Fred, "it's Rod McRae. I didn't know he was home. Ship ahoy, there!" he shouted gaily. "Hurrah44, and give us a lift; it's too damp for the lady to walk home!"
Leslie Graham looked at the approaching canoeist. She and Fred Hamilton had both attended the same school, Sunday-school and church as Roderick McRae. But she could remember him but dimly as an awkward country boy, in her brief High School days, before she "finished" with a year at a city boarding-school. Her life at school had been all fun and mischief45, and rushing away from irksome lessons to more fun at home; his had been all serious hard work, and rushing away from the fascination46 of his lessons to harder work on the farm. Fred Hamilton had never worked at school, but he knew him better; the free-masonry of boyhood had made that possible.
"Why, what's happened?" cried Roderick as he swept alongside the wreck47. "Fred Hamilton! Surely you're not upset?"
"Doesn't look like it, does it?" enquired48 the young man in the water rather sarcastically49. "Here, give this thing a hoist50, will you, Rod? I can't understand how such an idiotic51 thing happened? Miss Graham and I were paddling along as steadily52 as you are now, and—"
But Roderick was paying no attention to him. He was looking at the girl hanging to the upturned canoe, her eyes grieved and frightened. With a quick stroke he placed himself at her side.
"Why, you're all tired out," he cried. "You must get in here."
She looked up at him gratefully. She had never realised how welcome a sympathetic voice could sound. She answered, not the least like the dauntless Leslie, "I just can't! I can't climb over the bow. It's no use trying."
Roderick was at his best where any one was in distress53. His knightly54 young heart prompted him to do the right thing.
"You don't need to," he said gently. "I can take you in over the side. Here, Fred, come round and help."
Fred came to her, and Roderick slipped down into the bottom of the canoe. He leaned heavily to the side opposite the girl, and extended his hand. "Now, you can do it quite easily," he said encouragingly. "Catch the thwart55; there—no, sideways—that's it! Steady, Fred, don't hurry her. There you are. Now!" She had rolled in somehow over the side, and sat soaked and heavy, half-laughing and half-tearful, right at his feet.
"Oh," she said, "I'm making you all wet."
"Well, that's the neatest ever," cried Fred Hamilton in involuntary admiration56.
The work of emptying the other canoe, with the help of such an expert, was an easy matter. When it was ready Roderick held it while Fred tumbled in. Stray cushions and paddles, and even an armful of soaking golden-rod were rescued, and then the two young men looked involuntarily at the girl.
"Hop over the fence, Leslie!" cried Fred. He was in high good humour now, for Rod McRae would never tell on a fellow, or chaff57 him in public about an upset.
But Leslie Graham shook her head. Something strange had happened, she had grown very quiet and grave.
"No," she said in a low voice, "I don't want any more adventures to-night. You'll take me home, won't you—Roderick?" She hesitated just a moment over the name, but remembering she had called him that at school, she ventured.
"It would give me the greatest pleasure," he cried cordially. His diffidence had all vanished, he was master of the situation.
He glanced half-enquiringly at the other young man, to see relief expressed quite frankly58 on his face.
"All right, Leslie! Thanks ever so, Rod. I can scoot over to the boathouse and get some dry togs, before I go home. And say—you won't say anything about this now, Les, will you?"
The girl's spirits were returning. "Why not?" she asked teasingly. "It wouldn't be fair to keep such a gallant59 rescue a secret."
"Oh, please don't!" cried Roderick in dismay.
"But it would make such a nice column for The Chronicle," said the girl demurely60. "I really can't promise, Fred. Tom Allen would give me ten dollars for it, I am sure."
"If you dare!" cried the young man wrathfully. "I'd never hear the end of it. And your mother would never let you out on the water again, you know that, Les," he added threateningly.
"That's so," she admitted. "Well, I'll see, Freddy. Cheer up. If I do tell I promise to make you the hero of the adventure."
She waved her hand to him laughingly, as Roderick's long strokes sent them skimming away over the darkening water. When they were beyond earshot, she turned to her rescuer.
"It's all right to joke about it now," she said, her tone tremulous, "but it was beginning to be anything but a joke. I—I do believe— Why, I just know that you saved my life, Roderick McRae. And there is one person I am going to tell, I don't care who objects, and that's my father. And you'll hear from him; for he thinks, the poor mistaken man, that his little Leslie is the whole thing!"
And even though Roderick protested vigorously, he could not help feeling that it would be a great stroke of good fortune to have Algonquin's richest and most powerful man feel he was in his debt.
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