Your father's directions are plain enough if we can find the first of his landmarks." "Then go west," said Agatha.

"I imagine the creek is on this side of the range." Thirlwell got up and went to see the canoes launched, but he wondered whether Agatha remembered that there were only two or three days of the fortnight left.

He thought she did remember, but he resolved that they would not turn back.
Soon after they started, a fresh breeze sprang up from the north-west and the shadows of flying clouds sped across the lake.

The sky between the clouds was a curious vivid blue, the light was strong, and the woods along the bank flashed into bright color and faded to somber green as the gleams of sunshine passed.

For a few minutes, trunks and branches stood out, sharply distinct, and then melted suddenly into their background.