"Well, come on," he said to Mary.
"Where?"
"To a more friendly coast. We can't use this one any more."
He struck out into the harbor and Mary followed.
[CHAPTER XIX]
The Spoilers
They followed the shore for a while and presently a bend in its contour hid their view of the unfriendly harbor. It was an aimless journey. They were safe from the revenge of the young man in white flannels, but they were as far as ever from any project of rescue. Mary swam in a listless, automatic fashion; there was no longer any zest of sport. She was not tired, but her enthusiasm had oozed away. As for Pete, he also felt that there had been enough swimming for a day.
"Shall we try that place in there?" she asked, lifting her arm above the water and pointing.