Allons, en route!_" Agatha got up with some trouble and when she sat down on a board that crossed the vehicle he cracked his whip and the wagon, rocking wildly, rolled away among the stumps and plunged into a narrow trail chopped out of the bush.
"Eet is long way; we mak' breakfast by and by," he said.

"Thirlwell wait at portage.

We arrive to-night, _si tout va bien_." Agatha said nothing, but felt somewhat comforted as they jolted along the uneven trail..