"Where are you goin'?"

"We expect to go to the St. Lawrence River."

"You don't tell me," exclaimed the woman. "How be you goin'?"

"We have got a motor-boat."

"Land sakes! You don't say so! That's a terrible long ways and I
don't see how you can get there with a boat all the way."

"The storm caught us and we thought we had better stop here for
the night than try to go on any farther."

"Where do you come from?" inquired the woman, who busied herself
lighting two candles while she was talking.

"We came from Albany this morning," replied Fred, who did not
think it necessary to go more into details concerning their
expedition.

"My, you must have come pretty fast. Now, if you'll follow me
I'll show you to your rooms."

Fred glanced uneasily behind him as from the bar-room at that
moment there came another noisy outburst that was almost alarming
in its character.

"How many men are there in there?" inquired Fred, nodding his