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Updated: May 10, 2025
Archibald could not banish from her mind the belief that Arthur Raybold would come to their camp some time during the next day. In fact, not having heard otherwise, she supposed he had come to the camp-fire that night.
The three walked some little distance towards Camp Roy, and then Clyde came running back to speak to Margery, who was now standing by herself watching the young moon descend among the trees. Then Mr. Raybold also stopped and came back to Margery, upon which the bishop stopped and waited for them. In about ten minutes he was joined by the two young men, and the three proceeded to Camp Roy.
Raybold slept last night in a hammock, and if that suits him, he may keep it up. 'If I was you, says I, 'if he does come back to the camp, I'd make him sleep in that little tent. It would fit him better than it does you. 'Oh no, says he, 'I don't want to make no trouble. I'm willin' to sleep anywhere.
If everything is to be new, I should like everything different, and I am certain the cost will be less." "All right," said Mr. Archibald. "I will now make a list of what you need, and I will write to one of my clerks, who will procure everything." When Mr. Archibald went back to his camp he met Raybold, stalking moodily.
From one to the other of the party the bishop glanced, as he said, "How glad, how unutterably glad, I am to be again among you!" Turning his eyes towards Miss Raybold, he stopped. That young lady had put down the letter she was reading, and was gazing at him through her spectacles with calm intensity. "This lady," said the bishop, turning towards Raybold, "is your sister, I presume?
He beached the boat at a rather poor landing-place among some bushes, and then, jumping out, he made her fast. "What do you mean?" cried Raybold, as he scrambled on shore. "Is she leaking more than she did? What is the matter?" "She is not leaking more than usual," said the other, "but I am not going to pull against that current with you growling in the stern. I am going to walk back to camp."
"I want to be neighborly and hospitable," said he, "but it seems to me that, now that the way is clear for Miss Raybold to move her tent to her own camp and set up house-keeping there, we should not be called upon to entertain her, and, if we want to enjoy ourselves in our own way, we can do it without thinking of her." "We shall certainly not do it," said his wife, "if we do think of her.
If I had the things to stuff them with, that would be different, but I haven't. I believe fishing is just as much fun, and more sensible." "I do not!" exclaimed Mr. Raybold. "I hold that hunting is a manly art, and that a forester's life is as bold and free to him as it is to the birds in the air. I believe I have the blood of a hunter in me. My voice is for the woods."
She instantly recognized this person as Arthur Raybold, and felt sure that, unwilling to stay longer by himself, he was coming to the camp-fire, and if her husband should see him, she knew there would be trouble. What sort of trouble or how far it might extend she did not try to imagine.
'Because, said she, 'I cooked this breakfast for myself me, one and as I wasn't thinkin' what other people 'd like, I got things a little more tasty than common, I guess." "And what does she expect Miss Raybold and her brother to do?" asked Mrs. Archibald.
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