timid."

"Come! A minute will not matter. I must know about my home people."

They walked on together. Then, because her heart was beating fast and the
tears lying near, she drew close to her deepest interest by a circuitous
way.

"Tell me of--of Mrs. McAdam and Jerry McAlpin?"

"Mrs. McAdam is famous and rich. The White Fish Lodge has a waiting list
every summer. The--the body of Sandy drifted into the Channel a month
after you left. Bounder found it. You remember how he used to know the
sound of Sandy's engine? The day the body was washed up he--seemed to
know. One grave is filled, and Mary McAdam has put a monument between the
two graves with the names of both boys. Jerry McAlpin has grown old
and--and respectable. He has a fancy that Jerry-Jo will come back a fine
gentleman. All these years he has been preparing for the prodigal. The
young devil has never sent a line to his father. A bad lot was Jerry-Jo."

And then Priscilla told her story with many a catch in her voice.

"You see--he did it for me, Master Farwell. He was not all bad. Who is,
I wonder? He lies in a quiet spot Mr. Boswell and I found far out in the
country. There's a hemlock nearby and a glimpse of water. I--I think I
will not let old Jerry know. While he waits, he is happy. While he is
getting ready, life will mean something to him. And oh! Master Farwell,
when--when Jerry-Jo went, he thought he was going through the Secret
Portage to the Big Bay. I believe he will--welcome his father in the open
some day. I will not send word back to the In-Place."