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"
I
did
n't
hear
any
bird
.
"
"
Gee
!
That
was
a
queer
sound
.
It
makes
me
feel
creepy
.
"
As
interesting
and
impressive
as
anything
else
to
him
in
this
almost
tenantless
region
had
been
the
fact
that
there
were
so
many
lonesome
lakes
,
not
one
of
which
he
had
ever
heard
of
before
.
The
territory
through
which
they
were
speeding
as
fast
as
the
dirt
roads
would
permit
,
was
dotted
with
them
in
these
deep
forests
of
pine
.
And
only
occasionally
in
passing
near
one
,
were
there
any
signs
indicating
a
camp
or
lodge
,
and
those
to
be
reached
only
by
some
half-blazed
trail
or
rutty
or
sandy
road
disappearing
through
darker
trees
.
In
the
main
,
the
shores
of
the
more
remote
lakes
passed
,
were
all
but
untenanted
,
or
so
sparsely
that
a
cabin
or
a
distant
lodge
to
be
seen
across
the
smooth
waters
of
some
pine
-
encircled
gem
was
an
object
of
interest
to
all
.
Why
must
he
think
of
that
other
lake
in
Massachusetts
!
That
boat
!
The
body
of
that
girl
found
--
but
not
that
of
the
man
who
accompanied
her
!
How
terrible
,
really
!
He
recalled
afterwards
--
here
in
his
room
,
after
the
last
conversation
with
Roberta
--
that
the
car
,
after
a
few
more
miles
,
had
finally
swung
into
an
open
space
at
the
north
end
of
a
long
narrow
lake
--
the
south
prospect
of
which
appeared
to
be
divided
by
a
point
or
an
island
suggesting
a
greater
length
and
further
windings
or
curves
than
were
visible
from
where
the
car
had
stopped
.
And
except
for
the
small
lodge
and
boathouse
at
this
upper
end
it
had
appeared
so
very
lonesome
--
not
a
launch
or
canoe
on
it
at
the
time
their
party
arrived
.
And
as
in
the
case
of
all
the
other
lakes
seen
this
day
,
the
banks
to
the
very
shore
line
were
sentineled
with
those
same
green
pines
--
tall
,
spear-shaped
--
their
arms
widespread
like
one
outside
his
window
here
in
Lycurgus
.
And
beyond
them
in
the
distance
,
to
the
south
and
west
,
rose
the
humped
and
still
smooth
and
green
backs
of
the
nearer
Adirondacks
.
And
the
water
before
them
,
now
ruffled
by
a
light
wind
and
glowing
in
the
afternoon
sun
,
was
of
an
intense
Prussian
blue
,
almost
black
,
which
suggested
,
as
was
afterwards
confirmed
by
a
guide
who
was
lounging
upon
the
low
veranda
of
the
small
inn
--
that
it
was
very
deep
--
"
all
of
seventy
feet
not
more
than
a
hundred
feet
out
from
that
boathouse
.
"
And
at
this
point
Harley
Baggott
,
who
was
interested
to
learn
more
about
the
fishing
possibilities
of
this
lake
in
behalf
of
his
father
,
who
contemplated
coming
to
this
region
in
a
few
days
,
had
inquired
of
the
guide
who
appeared
not
to
look
at
the
others
in
the
car
:
"
How
long
is
this
lake
,
anyhow
?
"
"
Oh
,
about
seven
miles
.
"
"
Any
fish
in
it
?
"
"
Throw
a
line
in
and
see
.
The
best
place
for
black
bass
and
the
like
of
that
almost
anywhere
around
here
.
Off
the
island
down
yonder
,
or
just
to
the
south
of
it
round
on
the
other
side
there
,
there
's
a
little
bay
that
's
said
to
be
one
of
the
best
fishin
'
holes
in
any
of
the
lakes
up
this
way
.
I
've
seen
a
coupla
men
bring
back
as
many
as
seventy
-
five
fish
in
two
hours
.
That
oughta
satisfy
anybody
that
ai
n't
tryin
'
to
ruin
the
place
for
the
rest
of
us
.
"
The
guide
,
a
thinnish
,
tall
and
wizened
type
,
with
a
long
,
narrow
head
and
small
,
keen
,
bright
blue
eyes
laughed
a
yokelish
laugh
as
he
studied
the
group
.
