Paul had not yet learned that he could not have or do anything his fancy craved. But he held his host in high esteem. He was thoroughly grateful for the opportunity to take part in the expedition, and at the end of half an hour, when he had had time to consider his actions, he became quite ashamed of his childishness and his lack of courtesy to his host, and, naturally of a frank and open disposition, he approached Remington, put out his hand and said: “Mr. Remington, I want to apologize for the way I acted and what I said awhile ago. I’m sorry for it. You’ve given me the greatest time of my life and I appreciate it.” “That’s all right, Paul,” and Remington shook his hand warmly. “It’s given me a lot of pleasure to have you along. I knew you’d look at this thing right. I’d like to take you with us, but you can see it would be too hard work for you. You haven’t been at the game long enough yet.” “I guess that’s right.” Remington and Ainsworth did not appear at breakfast in the morning, and when Paul took his seat he asked: “Where are the others, Captain?” “Gone. Gone these two hours. Away up country by this time. For my part I can’t see the fun in it. No, by the imps of the sea! Cruising over rocks and mountains just for deer. Just for deer! Fun, though, maybe, for them that likes it. Yes, maybe ’tis. Give me th’ sea, an’ a good deck under my feet. Good enough for me! Yes, good enough for me, or any sensible man.” “Mr. Remington said Dan could go ashore with me and camp.” “Yes, yes, of course. Dan knows. I told him. Ready any time. Told him to get ready. Hope you’ll have a good time.” “We’ll have a good time all right.” “Comin’ back tonight? Going to camp? Oh, yes, you said you would camp.” “Yes, we’ll camp. No need of coming back till Thursday. The other fellows won’t be back till then.” “Very well, very well; stay till Thursday. Two o’clock. Remember be aboard at two sharp. Got to get away, get through the straits. No being late, now! Remember Sydney! Felt like wringing your neck that day. I did, by the imps of the sea. Heave you overboard or wring your neck if you’re late!” Paul glanced up at Captain Bluntt and discovered a good-humored twinkle in the Captain’s eye, though there was no doubt that he was quite in earnest as to the admonition to return on time. “All right, Captain; we’ll be on time,” Paul laughed. “That’s right. That’s right. Always be on time. When you says you’ll do a thing, do it.” But Paul had not yet learned his lesson. Dan stowed sufficient provisions in a light punt to meet the needs of a few days’ camping excursion, a light axe, a small sheet-iron tent stove--for Dan was uncertain of finding sufficient wood for an open camp-fire to keep them comfortable during the cold evenings evenings--a small tent, a tarpaulin, cooking utensils and two sleeping bags. Each carried his rifle--Dan’s a light 44-40 carbine--and Paul did not forget his favorite steel fly rod.