The Willows
Sometimes he even put his hand to his ear and held it there for several minutes. He said nothing to me, however, about it, and I asked no questions. And meanwhile, as he mended that torn canoe with the skill and address of a red Indian, I was glad to notice his absorption in the work, for there was a vague dread in my heart that he would speak of the changed aspect of the willows. And, if he had noticed that, my imagination could no longer be held a sufficient explanation of it. 

 At length, after a long pause, he began to talk. 

 “Queer thing,” he added in a hurried sort of voice, as though he wanted to say something and get it over. “Queer thing. I mean, about that otter last night.” 

 I had expected something so totally different that he caught me with surprise, and I looked up sharply. 

 “Shows how lonely this place is. Otters are awfully shy things—” 

 “I don’t mean that, of course,” he interrupted. “I mean—do you think—did you think it really was an otter?” 

 “What else, in the name of Heaven, what else?” 

 “You know, I saw it before you did, and at first it seemed—so much bigger than an otter.” 

 “The sunset as you looked up-stream magnified it, or something,” I replied. 

 He looked at me absently a moment, as though his mind were busy with other thoughts. 

 “It had such extraordinary yellow eyes,” he went on half to himself. 

 “That was the sun too,” I laughed, a trifle boisterously. “I suppose you’ll wonder next if that fellow in the boat—” 

 I suddenly decided not to finish the sentence. He was in the act again of listening, turning his head to the wind, and something in the expression of his face made me halt. The subject dropped, and we went on with our caulking. Apparently he had not noticed my unfinished sentence. Five minutes later, however, he looked at me across the canoe, the smoking pitch in his hand, his face exceedingly grave. 

 “I did rather wonder, if you want to know,” he said slowly, “what that thing in the boat was. I remember thinking at the time it was not a man. The whole business seemed to rise quite suddenly out of the water.” 


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