the place was
put in order, and load after load of goods were brought in and piled at
random even before the roof was closed in.

"The shingling must be finished, no matter how it rains," cried Captain
Payne, "and every man shall have an extra ration of grog when it is
done. The officers will occupy this house to-night, no matter what
happens."

The promise of extra liquor, for all were wet, stimulated to greater
exertion, and valiantly the men obeyed orders. By night rain came down
in torrents. Though drenched to the skin, the shinglers continued their
work until the last one was laid, and beneath the sheltering roof of
their new cottage Sir George and his officers gathered together before
the night closed in.

Still, the walls of the barracks were only partly up, and for that night
thebehind the trees, while above them
the blue vault was dotted with little grey clouds, fretted with spangles
of silver. Scarcely a ripple disturbed the lake. Now and then a white
gull flew from side to side, and a sportive pickerel splashed the water
as he rose above the surface.

In a little while, Lieutenant Smith and the Doctor joined them, paddling
over from the opposite shore. They had been hunting for partridge.

"What success?" called out Harold.

"Only two brace," was the answer.

"Why not come with us for an hour's run?"

"All right," and they dropped to the opposite side of Harold's canoe.

"What a solitary outlook!" said Helen, casting her eye from shore to
shore. "Not another boat to be seen, and on land nothing but woods."

"It's a mighty picturesque spot, though," said the Chaplain, who was
using