7/33 'I don't care about the risk, but I will not catch a catarrh. I must get out of this den.' He stepped on deck, and passing to the bow of his embarkation, looked for the first time up the river. Only a few hundred yards above another houseboat lay moored among the willows. It was very spick-and-span, an elegant canoe hung at the stern, the windows were concealed by snowy curtains, a flag floated from a staff. |