“You’ll have to ask his wife,” the planter responded, inclining his head toward the path. “She’s coming now.”
The Scouts had no intention of questioning Mrs. Rhodes. It annoyed them though, that they had not learned her identity earlier.
“What stupes we’ve been,” Willie remarked after the woman had passed them on her way to the wharf. “We talked about the mine and our plans in front of her! She just kept her lips buttoned and listened!”
“She didn’t learn much from us,” Jack replied.
“She knows who we are, and where we’re going.”
“There’s no mystery about that, Willie. Now that we’ve learned she’s Mrs. Rhodes, we can be careful.”
Just then, Mr. Livingston called the Scouts, beckoning them to the water’s edge.
“We’re ready to shove off,” he announced. “With luck, we may reach Calamar tonight.”
Once more the Scouts took their places in the boat. The halt seemingly had improved Haredia’s disposition for he appeared almost cheerful as the craft again sped through the waterway.
Mrs. Rhodes paid no attention to the Scouts. Even when War, in an attempt to be friendly, pointed out an unusual bird, she merely nodded.