Away went the dingy
some fifty yards or more, when Coristine called out, "Have you got the
knapsacks, Farquhar, my dear?"
"Why, bless me, no," he answered. "I thought you had them." "Row back
for your life, Sylvanus, to get the blessed knapsacks;" and Sylvanus,
patient creature, did as he was told. The captain threw them over the
side with another farewell speech, and then the dingy made for the bank,
while Coristine sang in a rich voice:--
Pull for the shore, sailor,
Pull for the shore.
They landed, and, much against The Crew's will, he was compelled to
receive a dollar from each of his passengers.
"I'll see you again," he said, as he rowed back for the captain. "I'll
see you again up in Grey, along of the old man and the gals, mark my
word if I don't."
"Glad to see you, Sylvy, old fresh (he was going to say 'old salt,' but
corrected himself in time), glad to see you anywhere," bawled the
lawyer, "but we've made a vow to dispense with female society in our
travels. Ta, ta!"
CHAPTER II.
Barrie--Next of Kin--Nightmare--On the Road--Strawberries and
Botany--Poetry and Sentiment--The Virago--Luncheon and
Wordsworth--Waterplants, Leeches and Verse--Cutting Sticks--Rain,
Muggins and Rawdon.
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