When I walk any distance my knees get shaky.

Make you firm offer--even shares to come up with me." "Where is it ?" Grenfell turned and glanced toward the dim line of snow that gleamed high up above the forests in the north.
"There's a lake--the Lake of the Shadows--Verneille called it that," he said dreamily.

"It lies in a hollow of the range with the black firs all round.

There's a creek at one side, with a clear pool where it bends, and I came there one day very hot and hungry with the boots worn off me.

I think"-- and by his tense face he seemed to be trying earnestly to remember something--"we were quite a few days crossing that range, and our provisions were running put when we hit the valley." "Well ?" prompted the track-grader when he stopped.
"I crawled down to the pool to drink.