transferred to
the steamer, and pursue their journey by water. It was this route Mr.
George had determined to take on leaving Glasgow.

He got ready to leave Glasgow on the afternoon of a certain Thursday.

"Now, boys," said he, "we are ready to go to the Highlands. Find out for
me when the boats and trains go, while I settle the bill."

So saying, Mr. George rose and rang the bell.

In Europe we do not go down to the office or bar room, when we are ready
to leave a hotel, to call for and settle our bill there, as we do in
America, but we ring the bell in our room, and ask the waiter to bring
the bill to us.

"I have found out already," said Waldron. "There is a boat at four
o'clock. It starts from the Broomielaw."

"And is there a train that connects with that boat?" asked Mr. George.

"Yes, sir," said Waldron.

"Then," said Mr. George, "we will go at four o'clock; we shall just have
time."

I am not certain that Waldron was entirely honest in giving this
information to Mr. George, for he concealed one very important
circumstance; or rather he omitted to mention it. This circumstance was,
that there was no boat from Balloch to connect with the train, so that
if they were to go to Balloch that night, he knew that they could not go
any farther till the next morning. He liked this, for he and Rollo had
both begun to be tired of Glasgow, and he thought that if they should
get to Balloch two or three hours before dark, there might be some
chance for him and Rollo to go out fishing on the lake.

Very soon, however, he reflected that he should enjoy his fishing less,
if he resorted to any thing like artifice or concealment to obtain it;
and so, after a little hesitation, he frankly told Mr. George that they
could go no farther than to the foot of the lake that night. There was
only one boat each day, he said, on the lake, and that left Balloch in
the morning, and returned at night.

Mr. George said that that made no difference. He was tired of being in a
great city, and would like to see the country and the mountains again;
and he should, therefore, prefer going to spend the night at Balloch,
rather than to remain in Glasgow.

So the party set off. They embarked on board the steamer at the
Broomielaw. They ran rapidly down the river to the railroad landing.
They found the train waiting for them there, and were whirled rapidly up
the valley. There were most charming views of the mountains on either
hand, with ha