She found the boatman wiping the seats and otherwise engaged in the discouraging task of trying to make his craft tidy. He greeted her with a brief nod.
"Fishing?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Muskies?"
"Why—yes."
"Well, that's good sport," he commented.
"You can take us to the proper place, of course?"
"Who—me?"
The boatman shook his head.
"Then why in the world do you pretend to hire out—-"