"Jack Dysart is fishing down the creek with Naida and Sylvia.

Where is Duane ?" "Somewhere around, I suppose," replied Scott sulkily.

His sister took a running jump, cleared the bank, and alighted on a rock in the stream.
Poised there she looked back at Grandcourt, laughed, sprang forward from stone to stone, and leaped to the moss beside Kathleen.
"Hello, dear!" she nodded.

"Where did you cross?
And where is Duane ?" "We crossed by the log bridge below," replied Kathleen.

She added: "Duane left us half an hour ago.