“Not going to hike, are you?” she said pleasantly.  Aggie is fond of picking up the vernacular of a region.

“No,” he said in a surly tone quite unlike his former urbane manner, “I’m merely taking this pack out for a walk.”

But he stopped and mopped his face.

“To tell you the truth, ladies,” he said, “I’m working off a little steam, that’s all.  I was afraid, if I stayed round the hotel, I’d do something I’d be sorry for.  There are times when I am not a fit companion for any one, and this is one of them.”

We invited him to join us, but he refused.

“No, I’m better alone,” he said.  “When things get too strong for me on the trail I can sling things about.  I’ve been throwing boulders down the mountain every now and then.  I’d just as soon they hit somebody as not.  Also,” he added, “I’m safer away from any red-headed men.”

We saw him glance at Bill, and understood.  Mr. Oliver was red-headed.

“Love’s an awful thing,” said Bill as the young man went on, kicking stones out of his way.  “I’m glad I ain’t got it.”

Tish turned and eyed him.  “True love is a very beautiful thing,” she rebuked him.  “Although a single woman myself, I believe in it.  ’Come live with me and be my love,’” she quoted, sitting down to shake a stone out of her riding-boot.

Bill looked startled.  “I might say,” he said hastily, “that I may have misled you, ladies.  I’m married.”

“You said you had never been in love,” Tish said sharply.

“Well, not to say real love,” he replied.  “She was the cook of an outfit I was with and it just came about natural.  She was going to leave, which meant that I’d have to do the cooking, which I ain’t much at, especially pastry.  So I married her.”

Tish gave him a scornful glance but said nothing and we went on.

We camped late that afternoon beside Two Medicine Lake, and while Bill put up the tents the three of us sat on a log and soaked our aching feet in the water which was melted glacier, and naturally cold.

What was our surprise, on turning somewhat, to see the angry lover fishing on a point near by.  While we stared he pulled out a large trout, and stalked away without a glance in our direction.  As Tish, with her usual forethought, had brought a trout rod, she hastily procured it, but without result.

“Of course,” Aggie said, “no fish!  I could eat a piece of broiled fish.  I dare say I shall be skin and bone at the end of this trip—­and not much skin.”

Bill had set up the sleeping-tent and built a fire, and it looked cozy and comfortable.  But Tish had the young man on her mind, and after supper she put on a skirt which she had brought along and went to see him.

“I’d take him some supper, Bill,” she said, “but you are correct:  you are no cook.”

She disappeared among the bushes, only to return in a short time, jerking off her skirt as she came.