They were friends, and Bob was a very good sort, but Vernon would sooner he had stopped away.
"Hallo!" he said.

"Why have you come along ?" "I lost my hunting-knife," Winter replied.

"It was hooked to my belt and I thought the clip let go when we helped Miss Hyslop over the big log.

A bully knife; I wanted to find the thing." He paused and smiled when he resumed: "I reckon you pulled out of camp to meditate ?" Vernon hesitated.

Had Winter stopped a few yards off, he would have begun some banter and drawn him away from the pool.