Before supper the Telegraph Department and the Police Station called on
the Cottage to present compliments. Then the Wag came with his welcome.
"Didn't expect you to-day," he drawled, with unmistakable double meaning
in his drawl. "You're come sooner than we expected. Must have had luck
with the rivers "; and Mac became enthusiastic. "Luck!" he cried. "Luck!
She's got the luck of the Auld Yin himself--skinned through everything
by the skin of our teeth. No one else'll get through those rivers under
a week." And they didn't.
Remembering the telegrams, the Wag shot a swift quizzing glance at him;
but it took more than a glance to disconcert Mac once his mind was made
up, and he met it unmoved, and entered into a vivid description of the
"passage of the Fergusson," which filled in our time until supper.
After supper the Cottage returned the calls, and then, rain coming down
in torrents, the Telegraph, the Police, the Cottage and the "Pub" retired
to rest, wondering what the morrow would bring forth.
The morrow brought forth more rain, and the certainty that, as the river
was still rising, the swim would be beyond the horses for several days
yet; and because of this uncertainty, the Katherine bestirred itself to
honour its tethered guests.
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