Elizabeth was given up to the owner of the great farm--one of the rich men of Canada for whom experiment in the public interest becomes a passion; and Anderson walked on her other hand.
Delaine endured a wearisome half-hour.

He got no speech with Elizabeth, and prize cattle were his abomination.

When the half-hour was done, he slipped away, unnoticed, from the party.

He had marked a small lake or "slough" at the rear of the house, with wide reed-beds and a clump of cottonwood.

He betook himself to the cottonwood, took out his pocket Homer and a notebook, and fell to his task.