“Mr Junius thinks he is a lunatic,” said the elder Miss Raden. She was in every way her sister’s opposite, dark of hair and eye where Janet was fair, tall where Janet was little, slow and quiet of voice where Janet was quick and gusty.
“I entirely differ from him. I think John Macnab is perfectly sane, and probably a good fellow, though a dashed insolent one. What’s Bandicott doing about his river?”
“Patrolling it day and night between the 1st and 3rd of September. He says he’s taking no chances, though he’d bet Wall Street to a nickel that the poor poop hasn’t the frozenest outside.”
“Nettie, he said nothing of the kind!” Miss Agatha was indignant. “He talks beautiful English, with no trace of an accent—all Bostonians do, he told me.”
“Anyhow, he asked what steps we were taking and ad
