Or that they could ever identifyhim with Clifford
Golden or Carl Graham?
And Clyde as instantly realizing that he must
pretend to be gay andcare-free.
Whydidnt my baby boy tell me that this morning
instead of doing allthat we did today? And then the silence and the beauty of this
camp at night, afterall had presumably gone to bed.
For would it be hard to find where he had gone,
supposingonly that they knew his name?
And a lunch for four here would cost not less
thaneight or ten dollars! And Sondra calling back to Bertine and Harley Baggott
inthe swing as she was passing: Hey, fellows! And Scott wrote Bertine he was coming
to the Point nextTuesday. And if hesaw any one who looked at all suspicious, he
could take flight,could he not?
If they cant shoot any better than you, Granty,
they will let emalone. It would put a crimp in the funaround here for a while,
anyhow.
His identical description wired as well as
published everywhere.
We can go over in your boat, cant we, Burchy? And
Stuart Finchley calling:Eh-o, Griffiths!
And what would the morrows papers
reveal?
And once more like a bright-colored bird she was
gone.
And thenfinding Andrew and returning with him
carrying the bags. And Sondra, gazing most sympathetically, adding: Was heso tired?
Had he ever really imagined, for instance, that Robertasbody would be found in that
deep water?
Arent you feeling well tonight, or is it thislight
out here?
And a lunch for four here would cost not less
thaneight or ten dollars!
What was he thinking in the face of such a
desperate situation asthis? Yes, it certainly is, replied Sondra, turning to him
alone now.
The blue waters of thisbright lake without as
contrasted with the darker ones of BigBittern. And was he going to be able to go on
the trip allright?
But neither Clifford Golden nor Carl Graham were
Clyde Griffiths byany means. How dreadful thatillness last night to come on him so
suddenly.
And Jill Trumbull, smiling: Oh,nearly every one, I
guess. And Sondra calling back to Bertine and Harley Baggott inthe swing as she was
passing: Hey, fellows!
And with room on theshore below for all the tents
and paraphernalia of the company. Jill Trumbull called to him ashe came out: Hello,
Clyde!
As he had entered, Sondra had poutingly whispered,
so that Bertinemight not hear: Baddie! There aint no papers, commented Burchard
Taylor.
Still until then he could walk up the lakeshore
into the woods, couldnt he? I always hate to hear of anything like that, dont you?
And the half dozen canoes beached likebright fish along the grassy shore of the
lake.