He was not so well-looking or so strongly made as my sculler friend, being sandy-haired, rather pale, and not stout-built; but his face was not wanting in that happy and friendly expression which I had noticed in his friend.

As he came up smiling towards us, I saw with pleasure that I must give up the Colney Hatch theory as to the waterman, for no two madmen ever behaved as they did before a sane man.

His dress also was of the same cut as the first man's, though somewhat gayer, the surcoat being light green with a golden spray embroidered on the breast, and his belt being of filagree silver- work.
He gave me good-day very civilly, and greeting his friend joyously, said: "Well, Dick, what is it this morning?
Am I to have my work, or rather your work?
I dreamed last night that we were off up the river fishing." "All right, Bob," said my sculler; "you will drop into my place, and if you find it too much, there is George Brightling on the look out for a stroke of work, and he lives close handy to you.

But see, here is a stranger who is willing to amuse me to-day by taking me as his guide about our country-side, and you may imagine I don't want to lose the opportunity; so you had better take to the boat at once.

But in any case I shouldn't have kept you out of it for long, since I am due in the hay- fields in a few days." The newcomer rubbed his hands with glee, but turning to me, said in a friendly voice: "Neighbour, both you and friend Dick are lucky, and will have a good time to-day, as indeed I shall too.