That was a great stroke of enterprise,
but I would rather it had not happened, of course."
"What--the interview?"
"No, of course not. I mean your accident."
"It is all right, Mr. Sparling. I am here now, and none the
worse for my bath, but for a time I surely thought I was a goner.
I would not care to go through that experience again."
"I should say not. Yours was the most wonderful escape I ever
heard of. I'll wager there was never anything like it before on
this river."
Mr. Sparling paused suddenly and bent a keen, searching glance on
Phil Forrest's face. The lad felt that he knew what was in the
mind of his employer.
"Phil?"
"Yes, sir."
"You have not told me everything, yet."
"What makes you think that, Mr. Sparling?"
"Because I know you so well. There is something on your mind
that you have not told me. I want to know what it is."
Phil's eyes were lowered to the green grass at his feet. For a
moment he was silent and thoughtful.
"What is it you wish me to tell you, Mr. Sparling?" he asked in a
low voice.
"You have not given me a satisfactory explanation of how you came
to get into the river.
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