“We have a rowboat you could use. We could take you,” she announced, still pursuing the rôle of the very young.
“But couldn’t I take myself? That is, with your permission and if you wouldn’t be using the boat?” He looked questioningly at them.
“I guess we won’t be going out again tonight,” Terry remarked. “You’ll be careful not to lose the oars, won’t you? I’ll show you where we keep the boat.”
Terry, followed by Arden and Sim, led the way to the dock, stopping to pick up the oars as they went.
“Let me take them, please,” the caller protested. Terry handed him the oars.
They wanted very much to ask if he knew Dimitri and try to get some more information, but they could not naturally work the talk around to it. The young man volunteered no information at all. He seemed quite sure of himself, and Arden fancied she saw in him a slight resemblance to Dimitri.
When they reached the old rowboat, Terry pointed down the bay.
“The Merry Jane is just around the bend; if you stay close to shore, you can’t miss it,” she instructed the stranger.
They all looked admiringly over the still green water where the fish were beginning to jump in the stillness of the evening. The beauty of the bay was inescapable.
“Tania, the big dog, will bark, and you can row in the direction of the noise, if you should be doubtful about the location,” Arden suggested.