Part 27 (1/2)

he continued, seeing that she did not speak. ”I am wanted. And I have had a long holiday--a long and delightful holiday; and I'm sure, when I look back over it, I can't thank you sufficiently for all your kindness to me.”

”Thank me, Mr. Moore?” she said, with obvious surprise.

”Oh, yes, indeed,” he said, warmly. ”If it was only a word now and again, it was always encouragement. I should never have ventured out after the deer if it had not been for you; probably I should never have taken up a gun at all. Then all those delightful days by the river; haven't I to thank you for them? It seems rather hard that I should be so much indebted to you--”

”I am sure you are not at all,” she said.

”--without a chance of ever being able to show my grat.i.tude; repayment, of course, is out of the question, for we could never meet again in similar circ.u.mstances--in reversed circ.u.mstances, rather--I mean, you have had it all your own way in your--your toleration, shall I say?--or your commiseration, of a hopeless duffer. Oh, I know what I'm talking about. Most people in your position would have said, 'Well, let him go and make a fool of himself!' and most people in my position would have said, 'No, I'm not going to make a fool of myself.'”

”I don't quite understand,” she said, simply, ”why you should care so much for the opinion of other people.”

”I suppose there is no chance of my ever seeing you in London, Miss Honnor,” he continued, rather breathlessly. ”If--if I might presume on the acquaintances.h.i.+p formed up here, I should like--well, I should like to show you I had not forgotten your kindness. Do you ever come to London?--I think Miss Lestrange said you sometimes did.”

”Why, I am in London a great part of every year!” she said. ”And this winter I shall be next door to it; for my mother goes to Brighton in November; and she will want me to be with her.”

”To Brighton!” he said, quickly and eagerly. ”Then, of course, you would be in London sometimes. Would you--would you care to come behind the scenes of a theatre?--or be present at a dress rehearsal, or something of that kind? No, I'm afraid not--I'm afraid that wouldn't interest you--”

”Oh, but it would,” she said, pleasantly enough. ”It would interest me very much.”

And perhaps he would have gone on to a.s.sure her how delighted he would be to have the opportunity of showing her, in the great capital, that he had not forgotten her kindness and help in these Northern wilds, but that Miss Honnor, seeing that their frugal meal was over, called for Robert. The handsome old fisherman appeared at once; but she instantly perceived by his face that something was wrong.

”This is ferry strange, Miss Honnor,” said he, ”that the fly-book is not in the bag. And I could not have dropped it out. I was not thinking of looking for it when we started, for I knew I had put it there--”

”Oh, I know, Robert,” she said at once. ”Mr. Lestrange asked me this morning for some small Durham Rangers; and I told him to go and take them out of the book. So he has taken the book out of the bag and stupidly forgot to put it back.”

”Then I will go aweh down to the Lodge and get it,” Robert suggested.

”Is it worth while?” she said. ”There is a fly on the casting-line; and there won't be much fis.h.i.+ng this afternoon.”

”I am not so sure,” old Robert made answer. ”There might be some clouds; and it is safer to hef the book whatever.”

”Very well,” said she. ”And in that case I will take Mr. Moore over to the other side of the Geinig Pool, and ask him to creep out on the middle rock, and perhaps he will see something. Will there be any gold-fish in the globe, Robert?”

Old Robert grinned.

”Oh, yes, Miss Honnor, the fish will be there, but there is little chance of your getting one out.”

”At any rate, Mr. Moore will be pleased to see a globe of gold-fish in the middle of a Highland moor,” she said; and, when Robert had picked up the luncheon things, they all set off down the Geinig valley together.

But when they reached a certain wooden foot-bridge across the stream, Robert held on his way, making for the Lodge, while Lionel, well content and asking no questions, followed the young lady. She led the way across the bridge and along the opposite bank until they reached the Geinig Pool, where they scrambled down to the side of the river just above the falls. Here she showed him how to step from one boulder to another, until he found himself on a huge gray rock right in the middle; and forthwith she directed him to crawl out to the edge of the rock, and just put his head over, and see what he could see. As for crawling, he considered himself quite an adept at that now; in an instant he was down on hands and knees, making his way out to the end of the rock. And certainly what he beheld when he cautiously peered over the edge was worth all the trouble. Here, in an almost circular pool, apparently of great depth, the surface of the water was as smooth as gla.s.s; for the bulk of the stream tumbled in and tumbled out again along the southern side, leaving this dark hole in an eddy; and the sunlight, striking down into the translucent depths, revealed to him certain slowly moving forms which he recognized at once as salmon. They were not like salmon in color, to be sure; through the dun water their purplish-blue backs showed a dull olive-green; but salmon they undoubtedly were, and of a good size, too. Of course he was immensely excited by such a novel sight. With intensest curiosity he watched them making their slow circles of the pool, exactly like gold-fish in a globe. They seemed to be about four or five feet under the surface. Was it not possible to s.n.a.t.c.h at one of them with a long gaff? Or was it not possible, on the other hand, to tempt one of them with a fly!

He slowly withdrew his head.

”That is most extraordinary,” he called to his companion, who was standing a few yards farther back. ”Miss Honnor, won't you put a fly over them?”

”What is the use,” said she. ”They will look at it, but they won't take it; and I don't think it is well they should know too much about the patterns that Mr. Watson dresses. They know quite enough already. Some of the old hands, I do believe, are familiar with every fly made in Inverness.”

”Won't you try?” he pleaded.

”Well, if you would like to see them look at a fly, I'll put it over them,” she said, good-naturedly, ”but, you know, it is most demoralizing.”

So she, also, had to creep out to the edge of the rock; and then she cautiously put out the rod and the short line she had previously prepared. She threw the fly to the opposite side of the pool, let it sink an inch or two, and then quietly jerked it across until it came in the way of the slow-circling salmon. To her it was merely an amus.e.m.e.nt, but to Lionel it was a breathless excitement, to watch one after another of those big fish, in pa.s.sing, come up to look at this beautiful, gleaming, shrimp-like object and then sink down again and go on its round. They would not come within two feet of this tempting lure. She tried them in all parts of the pool, sinking the fly well into the plunging fall, and letting it be carried right to the other side before she dragged it across the clear open.