"Overboard."
He dragged her across the sand and out into the water. Waist deep they paused and looked back.
The young man in flannels had followed to the edge of the water, where he stood holding a handkerchief to his nose and shaking a fist.
"You come ashore!" he yelled.
"We can't, sir. It's private," said Pete, with a bland grin.
"Come back here. I'm going to thrash you!"
"We can't come back," said Pete, "but we invite you to join us, dear old thing."
The young man stood irresolute, glaring at them. Then he looked down at his flannels and edged backward a step from the water.
"I'm going to have you arrested!" he cried, as he turned and ran in the direction of the house.
Pete waved him a gay salute.