As they returned from the last expedition their canoe capsized in a rapid near the mining camp, and although Driscoll reached land exhausted, Strange's body was never found.

Thirlwell knew his daughter's address, and sent her news of the accident, which led to an exchange of letters.

Now he would shortly see her, give her the particulars she wanted, and then their acquaintance would end, although he liked the hotel and might stay for a few days' fishing.
His pipe went out and he was half asleep when a girl crossed the lawn.
She came nearer, as if to avoid the glistening showers the nickeled sprinklers threw upon the thirsty grass, and Thirlwell watched her drowsily, noting her light, well-balanced movements and the grace of her tall figure.

She wore a big white hat and a thin summer dress that he thought was very artistically made.

There was something aristocratic about her, and he imagined she belonged to a party that had landed from a fine steam yacht.