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lmeny followed the pathway which wound through the woods along the bank of the river. Occasionally he pushed through a thick growth of young willows or ducked beneath the top strand of a neglected wire fence.

Beyond the trees lay a clearing. At the back of this, facing the river, was a large fishing lodge built of logs and finished artistically in rustic style. It was a two-story building spread over a good deal of ground space. A wide porch ran round the front and both sides. Upon the porch were a man in an armchair and a girl seated on the top step with her head against the corner post.

A voice hailed Kilmeny. “I say, my man.”

The fisherman turned, discovered that he was the party addressed, and waited.

“Come here, you!” The man in the armchair had taken the cigar from his mouth and was beckoning to him.

“Meaning me?” inquired Kilmeny.

“Of course I mean you. Who else could I mean?”

The fisherman drew near. In his eyes sparkled a light that belied his acquiesc