The perspiring crowd in Main Street moved slackly, the saloon bars were full, and the groups of holiday-makers flocking to the station wore a languid look.
Lister met his hosts in the marble waiting hall where a gold-framed panorama of Canadian scenery closes the view between the rows of stately pillars.

Duveen had brought three or four keen-eyed, nervous business men, a rather imposing lady, and Ruth, and they got on board a local train soon after Lister arrived.

Winnipeg Beach was then beginning to attract holiday-makers from the prairie town.

One could row and fish in sheltered bays, and adventure on board a gasoline launch into the northern wilds.

Boating, however, had no charm for Duveen's friends.