The girl looked at him, astonished.  She had not expected anything like this.

He walked on a few paces, then stopped suddenly, and clearing the ditch with a leap, stood leaning against the fence.

“There’s just one thing I’d like to say—­if I may,” he said, glancing sharply at her.

“You can say what you please, I suppose,” she answered.

“Just this, then,” he went on.  “If any day you should find you have set too high a price upon your roses, then take the one I asked for, and wear it yourself.  It could not hurt your pride, I think.  It would only show that you counted me a fellow-creature at least.”

“Too high at least to be given to any tramp that is bold enough to ask,” said the girl, facing him squarely.  “If anyone cares for them, he must venture more than that.”

They looked each other straight in the eyes for a moment.

“I’ll bear that in mind,” said the youth, with emphasis.  “Good-bye.”

“Good-bye,” said the girl.

He walked on, and she stood watching him.

“Not like the others—­they were right in that,” said she, and went on with her work.

* * * * *

That Sunday afternoon a crowd of people gathered on Kohiseva bridge.  There was not room for all, and the banks were thickly lined on either side.

There were rumours of unusual doings abroad—­and folk had come out to see.

“Next Sunday afternoon at four,” the news had run, “a match at Kohiseva—­shooting the rapids.”

And folk pricked up their ears aghast—­down the rapids at Kohiseva on a stick of timber; it was more than any had ever ventured yet.  True, there was the man some ten years back—­a foolhardy fellow from a neighbouring district—­who had tried the lower reach, which was less dangerous by far, but he was dead when he came ashore.

Anyhow, it was to be done now.  There were two gangs of lumbermen in the place, and, as it chanced, men of unusual daring and skill in each.  A dispute had arisen between the headmen as to the merits of their respective parties, and the only way to settle it was by a match, the headman of the losing gang to stand treat all round.

All Kohiseva was afoot, and many had come in from the villages round.  It was no light thing to try the rapids there.

The sight-seers on the bridge moved this way and that, eagerly discussing the event.

“’Tis a mad idea, for sure.”

“Ay, they’ll have been drunk the time, no doubt.”

“There’s no man in his sober senses would ever try it.”

“But which of them is it?” asked one.  “Who’s going down?”

“One of them’s just a mad young fool that’ll do anything if you dare him.”

“Ay, there’s some of that sort most ways to be found.  But ’tis a mad thing to do.”

“None so mad, perhaps,” put in another.  “They say he’s the cleverest of them all.”