During the night the storm broke, and the morning was fine and warm.
After breakfast Jasper and David sat on a log outside and smoked.
Betty was busy in the house, washing the dishes and tidying up the
rooms. She hummed softly to herself as she moved lightly across the
floor. She was anxious to get through as quickly as possible that she
might take David back to Jim Goban's. She felt a little uneasy for his
sake as she knew how angry his taskmaster would be with him. For
herself she did not care. If Jim said too much, she could leave him at
once. And yet she did not wish to go, for she felt that she must look
after this old man who was so helpless and depended so much upon her
for protection.

When her work was finished, she joined the men outside.

"It's time we were going, Mr. David," she began. "The river is calm
now, and it will not be hard rowing back."

"I wish you could stay here all day," Jasper replied. "I shall feel
very lonely when you go."

"But we shall come to see you again, sir. It has been so good of you
to keep us. But Jim Goban will be angry if we do not hurry home. I
know how he will rage as it is. The longer we stay the harder it will
be for him," and she pointed to David.

Scarcely had she finished speaking ere a team was heard driving
furiously along the road.

"Oh, it's Jim now!" the girl cried, "and I know he is mad by the way he
is driving. He's stopping at the gate, too!"