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But
,
at
last
one
o'clock
,
and
the
Cranston
launch
,
with
Bertine
and
Harley
and
Wynette
,
as
well
as
Grant
and
himself
,
setting
out
for
the
pier
.
And
once
there
,
joined
by
all
who
were
going
,
together
with
the
servants
.
And
at
Little
Fish
Inlet
,
thirty
miles
north
,
on
the
eastern
shore
,
they
were
met
by
the
cars
of
the
Baggotts
,
Harriets
and
others
,
from
where
,
with
their
goods
and
canoes
,
they
were
portaged
forty
miles
east
to
Bear
Lake
,
as
lonely
and
as
arresting
almost
as
Big
Bittern
itself
.
The
joy
of
this
trip
if
only
that
other
thing
were
not
hanging
over
him
now
.
This
exquisite
pleasure
of
being
near
Sondra
,
her
eyes
constantly
telling
him
how
much
she
cared
.
And
her
spirit
's
flame
so
high
because
of
his
presence
here
with
her
now
.
And
yet
Roberta
's
body
up
!
That
search
for
Clifford
Golden
--
Carl
Graham
.
His
identical
description
wired
as
well
as
published
everywhere
.
These
others
--
all
of
them
in
their
boats
and
cars
had
probably
read
it
.
And
yet
,
because
of
their
familiarity
with
him
and
his
connections
--
Sondra
,
the
Griffiths
--
not
suspecting
him
--
not
thinking
of
the
description
even
.
But
if
they
should
!
If
they
should
guess
!
The
horror
!
The
flight
!
The
exposure
!
The
police
!
The
first
to
desert
him
--
these
--
all
save
Sondra
perhaps
.
And
even
she
,
too
.
Yes
,
she
,
of
course
.
The
horror
in
her
eyes
.
And
then
that
evening
at
sundown
,
on
the
west
shore
of
this
same
lake
,
on
an
open
sward
that
was
as
smooth
as
any
well-kept
lawn
,
the
entire
company
settled
,
in
five
different
colored
tents
ranged
about
a
fire
like
an
Indian
village
,
with
cooks
'
and
servants
'
tents
in
the
distance
.
And
the
half
dozen
canoes
beached
like
bright
fish
along
the
grassy
shore
of
the
lake
.
And
then
supper
around
an
open
fire
.
And
Baggott
and
Harriet
and
Stuart
and
Grant
,
after
furnishing
music
for
the
others
to
dance
by
,
organizing
by
the
flare
of
a
large
gasoline
lamp
,
a
poker
game
.
And
the
others
joining
in
singing
ribald
camping
and
college
songs
,
no
one
of
which
Clyde
knew
,
yet
in
which
he
tried
to
join
.
And
shouts
of
laughter
.
And
bets
as
to
who
would
be
the
first
to
catch
the
first
fish
,
to
shoot
the
first
squirrel
or
partridge
,
to
win
the
first
race
.
And
lastly
,
solemn
plans
for
moving
the
camp
at
least
ten
miles
farther
east
,
after
breakfast
,
on
the
morrow
where
was
an
ideal
beach
,
and
where
they
would
be
within
five
miles
of
the
Metissic
Inn
,
and
where
they
could
dine
and
dance
to
their
heart
's
content
.
And
then
the
silence
and
the
beauty
of
this
camp
at
night
,
after
all
had
presumably
gone
to
bed
.
The
stars
!
The
mystic
,
shadowy
water
,
faintly
rippling
in
a
light
wind
,
the
mystic
,
shadowy
pines
conferring
in
the
light
breezes
,
the
cries
of
night
birds
and
owls
--
too
disturbing
to
Clyde
to
be
listened
to
with
anything
but
inward
distress
.
The
wonder
and
glory
of
all
this
--
if
only
--
if
only
he
were
not
stalked
after
,
as
by
a
skeleton
,
by
the
horror
not
only
of
what
he
had
done
in
connection
with
Roberta
but
the
danger
and
the
power
of
the
law
that
deemed
him
a
murderer
!
And
then
Sondra
,
the
others
having
gone
to
bed
--
or
off
into
the
shadow
--
stealing
out
for
a
few
last
words
and
kisses
under
the
stars
.
And
he
whispering
to
her
how
happy
he
was
,
how
grateful
for
all
her
love
and
faith
,
and
at
one
point
almost
tempted
to
ask
whether
in
case
it
should
ever
appear
that
he
was
not
as
good
as
she
now
seemed
to
imagine
him
,
she
would
still
love
him
a
little
--
not
hate
him
entirely
--
yet
refraining
for
fear
that
after
that
exhibition
of
terror
the
preceding
night
she
might
connect
his
present
mood
with
that
,
or
somehow
with
the
horrible
,
destructive
secret
that
was
gnawing
at
his
vitals
.
And
then
afterwards
,
lying
in
the
four-cot
tent
with
Baggott
,
Harriet
and
Grant
,
listening
nervously
for
hours
for
any
prowling
steps
that
might
mean
--
that
might
mean
--
God
--
what
might
they
not
mean
even
up
here
?
--
the
law
!
arrest
!
exposure
!
Death
.
And
waking
twice
in
the
night
out
of
dread
,
destructive
dreams
--
and
feeling
as
though
--
and
fearing
--
that
he
had
cried
out
in
his
sleep
.
But
then
the
glory
of
the
morning
once
more
--
with
its
rotund
and
yellow
sun
rising
over
the
waters
of
the
lake
--
and
in
a
cove
across
the
lake
wild
ducks
paddling
about
.
And
after
a
time
Grant
and
Stuart
and
Harley
,
half-clad
and
with
guns
and
a
great
show
of
fowling
skill
,
foolishly
setting
forth
in
canoes
in
the
hope
of
bagging
some
of
the
game
with
long
distance
shots
,
yet
getting
nothing
,
to
the
merriment
of
all
the
others
.
And
the
boys
and
girls
,
stealing
out
in
bright-colored
bathing
suits
and
silken
beach
robes
to
the
water
,
there
to
plunge
gayly
in
and
shout
and
clatter
concerning
the
joy
of
it
all
.
And
breakfast
at
nine
,
with
afterwards
the
gayety
and
beauty
of
the
bright
flotilla
of
canoes
making
eastward
along
the
southern
lake
shore
,
banjos
,
guitars
and
mandolins
strumming
and
voices
raised
in
song
,
jest
,
laughter
.
