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urched at him every other second and threatened to overwhelm the bow of his frail craft. He had none of the responsibility. His part was simply to supply power, steady, unwavering power, to make head against the relentless wind. The man in the stern, on the other hand, had to think and watch and meet every assault, as well as thrust the canoe forward into the tumult. He was a gaunt, long-armed young giant, bareheaded, with shaggy brown hair blown back from his red-tanned face. His keen grey eyes noted and measured every capricious lake-wave as it lunged at him, and his wrist, cunning and powerful, delicately varied each stroke to meet each instant's need. It was not enough that the canoe should be kept from broaching-to and swamping or upsetting. He was anxious that it should not ship water, and wet certain treasures which they were taking home to the backwoods from the shops of the little city down by the sea. And while his eyes seemed to be so engrossingly occupied in the battle with the waves of Big Lonely, they were all the time refreshing themselves with a vision--the vision of a grey house on a sunny hill-top, where his mother was waiting for him, and where a little yellow-haired girl would scream "_Dad_die, oh, Dad_die_!" when she saw him coming up the road. The dogged voyagers were within perhaps two miles of the head of the lake, with the sun gone down behind the desolate rampikes, and strange tints of violet and rose and amber, beautiful and lonely, touching the angry turbulence of the waves, when the man in the bow, whose eyes were free to wander, caught sight of the drifting bateau. It was a little ahead of them, but farther out in the lake. "Ain't that old Joe's bateau out yonder, Chris?" he queried, his trained woodsman's eye recognizing the craft by some minute detail of build or blemish. "I reckon it be!" answered Chris, after a moment's scrutiny. "He's let her git adrift. Water must be raisin' sudden!" "She'll be a fine quality o' kindlin' wood in another hour, the rate she's travelling" commented the other with mild interest. But the young giant in the stern was more concerned. He was sorry that old Joe should lose his boat. "Darned old fool, not to tie her!" he growled. "Ef 'twarn't fer this wind ag'in' us, we could ketch it an' tow it ashore fer him. But we can't." "Wouldn't stop fer it ef 't had a bag o' gold into it!" grunted the other, slogging on his paddle with renewed vigour as he
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