Haredia shrugged. “Who knows?” he asked. “Maybe an hour. Maybe three.”
“It’s a bit hard on the lady,” Ken commented, seeing an opening. “By the way, what’s her name?”
“I would not know,” Haredia returned stiffly.
“You and she seemed well acquainted.”
“The Senora has traveled on my sled boat once before.”
“But you don’t know her name?”
“I do not ask as many questions as the American Scouts,” the boatman retorted with an unpleasant smile. “You will pardon me now? I have an errand.”
He passed them and went on up the path to the thatched roof plantation house.
“That was telling us, I guess,” Jack laughed shortly. “We were being rather inquisitive.”
“It’s unfriendly not to give one’s name. Anyway, you can bet little Haredia knows who she is, but he’s keeping it dark.”