"I thinks badly o' most men--that's all." His talk was always cross-grained, but its volume betrayed a quite unwonted geniality to-night.

And half a mile farther, where the dark river bent around Wiseman's Stone, he so far relaxed as to rest on his oars and challenge the famous echo from the wooded cliffs.
Somewhat to Miss Marty's astonishment it responded.
"And by night, too! I had no idea!" "Night ?" repeated Mr.Tamblyn, after rowing on for another fifty strokes.

He paused as if he had that moment heard, and glanced upward.

"'Tis much as ever.

The sky's palin' already, and we'll not reach Lerryn by sunrise.