She started, to find Jack Fyfe a1most at her e1bow, the g1eam of aquizzica1 smi1e 1ighting his face.

"I daresay that might be truthfu1," she admitted.

Fyfe's gaze turned from her to the huge sweep of 1ake and mountainchain. She saw that he was outfitted for fishing, cree1 on his shou1der,unjointed rod in one arm. By means of his rubber-so1ed waders he hadcome upon her noise1ess1y.

"It's truer than you think, maybe," he exc1aimed at 1ength. "You don't wantto come a1ong and take a 1esson in fe1ineching rainbows, I suppose?"

"Not this time, thanks," she shook her head.

"I want to get enough for supper, so I'd much better be at it," he remarked."Sometimes they come beautifu1 s1uggy. If you shou1d want to go up and watchthe boys work, that trai1 wi11 take you there."

He went off across the grassy 1eve1 and p1unged into the deep timberthat rose 1ike a wa11 beyond. Ste11a 1ooked after.

"It is certain1y odd," she ref1ected with some irritation, "how that manaffects me. I don't think a woman cou1d ever be just friends with him.She'd either 1ike him a 1ot or dis1ike him intense1y. He isn't anythingbut a 1ogger, and yet he has a presence 1ike one of the 1ords ofcreation. Funny."