CHAPTER XI.
PATHFINDERS Considerably impressed by her knowledge he was careful not to embarrass her by saying so too seriously.
"For a frivolous and fashionable girl who dances cotillions, drives four, plays polo, and reviews her serious adorers by regiments, you're rather perplexing," he said.

"Of course you don't suppose that I really believe all you say about these beasts and birds and butterflies." "What has disturbed your credulity ?" she laughed.
"Well, that rabbit which crossed ahead, for one thing.

You promptly called it a marsh rabbit!" "_Lepus palustris_" she nodded, delighted.
"By all means," he retorted, pretending offensive scepticism, "but why a _marsh_ rabbit ?" "Because, monsieur, its tail was brown, not white.

Didn't you notice that ?" "Oh, it's all very well for you to talk that way, but I've another grievance.

All these holes in the sand you call gopher burrows sometimes, sometimes salamander holes.