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The Montreal express was waiting to commence its six days' eastward journey when Appleby and Niven stood in the C. P. R. station next afternoon. The lads, however, scarcely noticed the great locomotive and long cars, or the roofs of the city that rose row and row up the face of the hill with the ragged spires of the sombre pines towering high above them. They were looking out on the blue inlet which, streaked in places by the smoke of the mills, lay shining in the sun, with dusky forests and a lofty line of snow beyond. Broad in the foreground rode the _Champlain_, looking very small and dainty with her bare masts standing high above the sweep of bulwarks, and they could recognize the men stripping the canvas off her. Behind her with the beaver ensign streaming at her peak another schooner was beating in, and Niven smiled curiously as he followed her with his eyes.
"It's the _Argo_," he said. "We'll be off in a minute or two -- and of course I'm glad we're going home. Still, it hurts a little to leave it all behind."