the captain was there. She
was quite certain who the young driver was, and her heart beat somewhat
faster when she thought of him. She longed to know how he had surmised
where she was, and what he had said to the captain. She did not like
to ask any questions lest she should betray her feelings, so she
preferred to remain silent. She was aroused from her reverie by the
captain shouting to his son.

"Hi, thar, Eben," he called, "hustle up an' split some wood. It's
dinner time, an' thar isn't a stick cut. Guess ye must have burned it
all up this mornin', Miss," he added, turning to his fair companion.
"Anyway, that boy never keeps enough on hand. I wish to goodness he'd
take some interest in things instead of mopin' around all the time."

"Perhaps he does take an interest in things he likes," the girl
suggested.

"Then I'd like to find out what they are, Miss. I know he's mighty
fond of eatin' an' sleeping but I guess that's about as fer as it goes."

"I made a discovery this morning, Captain," was the quiet reply.

"Ye did! In what way?"

"I discovered that your son has a great fondness for drawing."

"Humph!" the captain grunted, as he gave the wheel a quick, savage turn
to the right. "Say, I nearly ran through that salmon net. It's too
fer out, blamed if it isn't. Yes, I know Eben's fond of drawin', an'
that's the trouble. He'd fiddle around all day with a paper an' pencil
if I'd let him, an' not do a hand's turn."

"But suppose he should make a success of his drawing, though?"

"In what way? Wouldn't it be better fer him to learn boatin' so he kin
take charge of this craft some day?"

"He never will do that, Captain. His mind is set upon being an
engineer, and you should encourage him all you can."

"An engineer!" The captain stared at the girl in amazement.

"Yes, an engineer. He has a great liking for that, and the drawings he
has made are remarkably good, considering that he has had no one to
teach him."

"Ye don't tell! But what has drawin's to do with engineering I'd like
to know. Ye don't have to make drawin's to run an engine, do ye ?"

"To be a civil engineer you do, and that is what your son wants to be.
His mind is set upon bridge building, and you should see the drawings
he has made of the bridge across the falls. I suppose you have never
seen them?"

"No. Eben never showed 'em to me. Guess he was too scart."

"That's just the trouble, Captain. You have misunderstoo