Beneath them a wide landscape stretched away toward the Ottawa valley, the road to the lonely North, and the girl felt a longing to see the trackless wilds.

The distance drew her.
"Your way lies up yonder," she said.

"I suppose you are thinking about it.

Are you looking forward to the trip ?" "Not so much as Harding is," Blake replied.

"He's a bit of an enthusiast; and I've been in the country before.