“It’s a lot of reinforcements,” I says.
Well, we rowed on for half an hour, and then beached the dink close to the spot where the digging had been going on, and got ashore. We hadn’t gone a dozen feet before a man got up from behind a knoll and scowled at us.
“Hey,” says he, “where do you think you’re going?”
“Walking,” says Catty.
“Well, take your foot in your hand and walk back into your boat,” says he.
“Why?” says Catty.
“Because I tell you to,” says the man.
“What right have you to order us off this beach?” says Catty.
“None of your business,” says the man; “and don’t argue, but git.”
“Anybody has a right on any beach anywhere up to highwater mark,” says Catty, “That’s the law.”