The new boat sailed up and down the little lake more swiftly and gracefully than ever as the breeze increased, but Albert hated it.
By some change or other in seats Westcott at last got alongside Katy.
Albert distinctly saw the change made, and his anger was mingled with despair.

For Isabel and Helen were in the other end of the boat, and there were none to help.

And so on, on, in the gray dusk of the evening, the boat kept sailing from one end of the lake to the other, and as it passed now and then near him, he could see that Smith was in conversation with little Katy.
"You needn't worry, Mr.Charlton, I'll fix him." It was the voice of the Guardian Angel.

"I'll fix him, shore as shootin'." And there he stood looking at Albert.

For the first time now it struck Albert that George Gray was a little insane.