considerable distance. The stream here was narrow, not more than
about a hundred yards across, and the tall, straight-stemmed pines
grew down to the water's edge on either side. Already, though it
was only seven o'clock, it was growing dusk in the narrow channel,
and Hilliard was beginning to consider the question of moorings for
the night.

"We'll go round that next bend," he decided, "and look for a place
to anchor."

Some five minutes later they steered close in against a rapidly
shelving bit of bank, and silently lowered the anchor some twenty
feet from the margin.

"Jove! I'm glad to have that anchor down," Hilliard remarked,
stretching himself. "Here's eight o'clock, and we've been at it
since five this morning. Let's have supper and a pipe, and then
we'll discuss our plans."

"And what are your plans?" Merriman asked, when an hour later they
were lying on their lockers, Hilliard with his pipe and Merriman
with a cigar.

"Tomorrow I thought of going up in the collapsible boat until I
came to the works, then landing on the other bank and watching what
goes on at the mill. I thought of taking my glass and keeping cover
myself. After what you said last night you probably won't care to
come, and I was going to suggest that if you cared to fish you would
find everything you wanted in that forward locker. In the evening we
could meet here and I would tell you if I saw anything INTERESTING."