Drummond was perhaps a dozen yards off, and stood, holding a fishing-rod, while Stormont sat on a fallen log opposite.

Thirlwell clenched his fist and listened.

He could hear them talk.
"How'd you know you'd find me here ?" Drummond asked.
"I didn't know," said Stormont; "it was good luck.

I wanted to find out if Thirlwell had finished the canoes.

One can see into your camp from the top of the high ground, and I've brought good glasses." It was plain that Drummond had not gone to meet the fellow, and Thirlwell saw that he had, to some extent, misjudged the lad.