rds,
when he looked down to the water's edge, Spurling was still sitting
there, with his head between his hands and his body shaking.

Early one evening, some days later, he came to him and said, "Mr.
Granger," and it sounded oddly from those lips--in the old days, even
in the beginning of their acquaintance, they had never mistered one
another, "Mr. Granger, is there anywhere we can go to be quiet? I have
something very private which I want to say."

"O yes, there's the whole of Keewatin."

"But isn't there some place where we shan't be overheard?"

"We can paddle down to the bend. There's only one man who can hear us
there--and he's in his grave."

"Not there. Not there," Spurling had cried, trembling with fear and
excitement.

"Well, then, if you're so particular, you can speak with me here."

Spurling looked round to where, at a short distance, Eyelids was
diligently idling above a broken net. "Somewhere where we can't be
overheard," he reiterated. At that moment Eyelids turned his head.

This continual spying on all that he did, the reason for which he
could not comprehend, was getting on Granger's nerves; he felt that it
would be a relief to be alone, even though it meant being alone with
the man whom he had most cause to hate. However, somehow he pitied him
just now; perhaps because of the manner of his address, which had
brought into sharp contrast their present relations with those of
other days.

"There's the island up-river to the westward, where I keep my dogs in
summer-time; if that will suit your purpose."

Spurling showed his pleasure at the suggestion, and, hurrying his
steps, led the way down to the river-bank. Getting into a canoe, they
set out towards the west. They had not gone half a mile before they
caught the sound of paddle-strokes behind them. Turning about, they
saw that Eyelids was following. He attempted to loiter, and threw in a
line as if his only intention were to fish. Granger flushed with
anger. Without a word, he commenced to paddle back till they drew
nearly level with the intruder, who pretended to be so engaged in his
pastime as not to notice their approach. Then he cried in a voice that
was choking with rage, "Get back to the Point, you half-breed spy. If
you dare to follow me again, I'll turn you out to-morrow, and you can
take your trade elsewhere." Nor would he proceed farther on his
journey till he had watched his brother-in-law get safe to land; then,
with a twist