"Do you think the timber wouldn't keep for a week ?" "Oh, rubbish! A week!" cried Harry.

"He is thinking of his boots again." To be quite fair to the lieutenant, it was Maimie's doubtful face, rather than his shiny boots, that made him hesitate.

She was evidently nervous and embarrassed.

The gay, easy manner which was her habit was gone.
"I think perhaps we had better go, since we are here," she said, doubtfully.
"Exactly; it is what I most desired," said the lieutenant, gallantly.
Scores of rafts lay moored along the wharves and shore, and hundred of lumbermen were to be seen everywhere, not only on the timber and wharves, but crowding the streets and the doors of the little saloons.
For half an hour they walked along, watching the men at work with the timber on the river.

Some were loading the vessels lying at anchor, some were shifting the loose timber about.