"I should think you would be," said Faith. "That water must be cold enough to wake any one...."
He shook his head. "No, indeed. Just pleasantly cool. Dip your hand in it...."
Something led her to obey him; she bent by the pool's sandy brink and dabbled her fingers, while the man, a hundred feet away at the very foot of the waterfall, held his place with the effortless ease of an accustomed swimmer, and watched her. "Wasn't I right?" he challenged.
She nodded. "It's delicious...."
He said quickly: "You being here means that a ship is in, of course."
"Yes."
"What ship?"
"The Sally Sims—whaler...."
"The Sally! I know the Sally," the man cried. "Is Noll Wing still captain?..."
"Of course."