“Wonder what became of our female passenger?” Jack remarked.
“Oh, she went to the plantation house,” Ken answered indifferently. “I hope she stays there too. She’s a cool number.”
“Learn her name?”
“Not yet, but I aim to,” Ken announced. “Maybe this is my chance now.”
Haredia was coming up the path, eating a sandwich of sardines. He would have avoided the pair had not Ken stopped him.
“How’s the work coming along?”
“All right,” the boatman told him briefly. “The clutch is fixed.”
“Then we’ll be starting soon?”
“The rudder is bent.”
“Oh, that’s bad,” Ken commented. “How long will we be held here?”