Thirlwell had imagined the lode an illusion of Strange's, but his disbelief was giving way.
Then he forgot the others and thought about Agatha.

In some ways she was like Strange, but she was made of finer and stronger stuff.

She had his patience, but her brain was keener, and her resolution was backed by moral force.

Moreover, she was a very charming girl and Thirlwell admitted that he looked forward with eagerness to their journey.

She would come in summer, when the rivers and lakes were open and the woods were filled with resinous smells.