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"
Not
thinkin
'
of
tryin
'
your
luck
to-day
?
"
"
No
,
just
inquiring
for
my
dad
.
He
's
coming
up
here
next
week
,
maybe
.
I
want
to
see
about
accommodations
.
"
"
Well
,
they
ai
n't
what
they
are
down
to
Racquette
,
of
course
,
but
then
the
fish
down
there
ai
n't
what
they
are
up
here
,
either
.
"
He
visited
all
with
a
sly
and
wry
and
knowing
smile
.
Clyde
had
never
seen
the
type
before
.
He
was
interested
by
all
the
anomalies
and
contrarities
of
this
lonesome
world
as
contrasted
with
cities
he
had
known
almost
exclusively
,
as
well
as
the
decidedly
exotic
and
material
life
and
equipment
with
which
,
at
the
Cranstons
'
and
elsewhere
,
he
was
then
surrounded
.
The
strange
and
comparatively
deserted
nature
of
this
region
as
contrasted
with
the
brisk
and
vigorous
life
of
Lycurgus
,
less
than
a
hundred
miles
to
the
south
.
"
The
country
up
here
kills
me
,
"
commented
Stuart
Finchley
at
this
point
.
"
It
's
so
near
the
Chain
and
yet
it
's
so
different
,
scarcely
any
one
living
up
here
at
all
,
it
seems
.
"
"
Well
,
except
for
the
camps
in
summer
and
the
fellows
that
come
up
to
hunt
moose
and
deer
in
the
fall
,
there
ai
n't
much
of
anybody
or
anything
around
here
after
September
first
,
"
commented
the
guide
.
"
I
've
been
guidin
'
and
trappin
'
for
nigh
onto
seventeen
years
now
around
here
and
'
cept
for
more
and
more
people
around
some
of
the
lakes
below
here
--
the
Chain
principally
in
summer
--
I
ai
n't
seen
much
change
.
You
need
to
know
this
country
purty
well
if
yer
goi
n't
strike
out
anywhere
away
from
the
main
roads
,
though
o
'
course
about
five
miles
to
the
west
o
'
here
is
the
railroad
.
Gun
Lodge
is
the
station
.
We
bring
'em
by
bus
from
there
in
the
summer
.
And
from
the
south
end
down
there
is
a
sorta
road
leadin
'
down
to
Greys
Lake
and
Three
Mile
Bay
.
You
musta
come
along
a
part
of
it
,
since
it
's
the
only
road
up
into
this
country
as
yet
.
They
're
talkin
'
of
cuttin
'
one
through
to
Long
Lake
sometime
,
but
so
far
it
's
mostly
talk
.
But
from
most
of
these
other
lakes
around
here
,
there
's
no
road
at
all
,
not
that
an
automobile
could
make
.
Just
trails
and
there
's
not
even
a
decent
camp
on
some
o
'
'em
.
You
have
to
bring
your
own
outfit
.
But
Ellis
and
me
was
over
to
Gun
Lake
last
summer
--
that
's
thirty
miles
west
o
'
here
and
we
had
to
walk
every
inch
of
the
way
and
carry
our
packs
.
But
,
oh
,
say
,
the
fishin
'
and
moose
and
deer
come
right
down
to
the
shore
in
places
to
drink
.
See
'em
as
plain
as
that
stump
across
the
lake
.
"
And
Clyde
remembered
that
,
along
with
the
others
,
he
had
carried
away
the
impression
that
for
solitude
and
charm
--
or
at
least
mystery
--
this
region
could
scarcely
be
matched
.
And
to
think
it
was
all
so
comparatively
near
Lycurgus
--
not
more
than
a
hundred
miles
by
road
;
not
more
than
seventy
by
rail
,
as
he
eventually
came
to
know
.
But
now
once
more
in
Lycurgus
and
back
in
his
room
after
just
explaining
to
Roberta
,
as
he
had
,
he
once
more
encountered
on
his
writing
desk
,
the
identical
paper
containing
the
item
concerning
the
tragedy
at
Pass
Lake
.
And
in
spite
of
himself
,
his
eye
once
more
followed
nervously
and
yet
unwaveringly
to
the
last
word
all
the
suggestive
and
provocative
details
.
The
uncomplicated
and
apparently
easy
way
in
which
the
lost
couple
had
first
arrived
at
the
boathouse
;
the
commonplace
and
entirely
unsuspicious
way
in
which
they
had
hired
a
boat
and
set
forth
for
a
row
;
the
manner
in
which
they
had
disappeared
to
the
north
end
;
and
then
the
upturned
boat
,
the
floating
oars
and
hats
near
the
shore
.
He
stood
reading
in
the
still
strong
evening
light
.
Outside
the
windows
were
the
dark
boughs
of
the
fir
tree
of
which
he
had
thought
the
preceding
day
and
which
now
suggested
all
those
firs
and
pines
about
the
shores
of
Big
Bittern
.
But
,
good
God
!
What
was
he
thinking
of
anyhow
?
He
,
Clyde
Griffiths
!
The
nephew
of
Samuel
Griffiths
!
What
was
"
getting
into
"
him
?
Murder
!
That
's
what
it
was
.
This
terrible
item
--
this
devil
's
accident
or
machination
that
was
constantly
putting
it
before
him
!
A
most
horrible
crime
,
and
one
for
which
they
electrocuted
people
if
they
were
caught
.
Besides
,
he
could
not
murder
anybody
--
not
Roberta
,
anyhow
.
Oh
,
no
!
Surely
not
after
all
that
had
been
between
them
.
