CHAPTER V.
ROYA-NEH Late on a fragrant mid-June afternoon young Seagrave stood on the Long Terrace to welcome a guest whose advent completed a small house-party of twelve at Roya-Neh.
"Hello, Duane!" cried the youthful landowner in all the pride of new possession, as Mallett emerged from the motor; "frightfully glad to see you, old fellow! How is it in town?
Did you bring your own rods?
There are plenty here.

What do you think of my view?
Isn't that rather fine ?"--looking down through the trees at the lake below.

"There are bass in it.

Those things standing around under the oaks are only silly English fallow deer.

Sorry I got 'em.