It was that this particular man should prove so unwilling to do her bidding.
"It is quite a long way to the lake, and the trail is very rough," she said.
"It is," admitted Weston, who was glad to find a point on which he could agree with her.

"In fact it's a particularly wretched trail.
Still, you have managed it several times, and we have generally left the canoe here." "This time," said Ida, "we will take it down to the lake.

I may want it to-morrow.

You will have a difficult portage unless you go down the fall." Weston recognized that this was correct enough, for the river was shut in by low crags for the next half-mile at least, and he remembered the trouble he had had dragging the canoe when he brought it up.

He had also had Grenfell with him then.
"Well," he said, "if you would rather not walk back, it must be managed." "I told you I wanted the canoe on the lake tomorrow," said the girl.
Weston was quite aware that there was another canoe which would serve any reasonable purpose already on the beach, but he merely made a little sign of comprehension and waited for her to go.