There was a deliciously balmy wind, the blue sky was musical with a chorus of larks, and every breath of air that waved aside the long grass sent forth a thousand odors from hidden beds of wild thyme and bog-myrtle.
He perceived the _Eulalie_ at anchor in her old place on the Fjord; she had returned while he was absent on his explorations.

Gathering together his rug and painting materials, he blew a whistle sharply three times; he was answered from the yacht, and presently a boat, manned by a couple of sailors, came skimming over the water towards him.

It soon reached the shore, and, entering it, he was speedily rowed away from the scene of his morning's experience back to his floating palace, where, as yet, none of his friends were stirring.
"How about Jedke ?" he inquired of one of his men.

"Did they climb it ?" A slow grin overspread the sailor's brown face.
"Lord bless you, no, sir! Mr.Lorimer, he just looked at it and sat down in the shade; the other gentleman played pitch-and-toss with pebbles.
They was main hungry too, and ate a mighty sight of 'am and pickles.
Then they came on board and all turned in at once." Errington laughed.

He was amused at the utter failure of Lorimer's recent sudden energy, but not surprised.