"Right again."
"And he's been to Kingston twice with you?"
"Three times," corrected Sam.
"What was he doing at those places?"
"Doing? How do I know? I didn't follow him."
The four men in the strange boat withdrew to the farther end of their craft and put their heads together. Rosalind watched them impatiently. Even Morton displayed a mild interest, while the Winter girls stopped knitting and looked worried.
"Where does this man Schmidt stop?" demanded the spokesman when he emerged once more from the conference.
"Oh, he's been drifting around at two or three places on the American side."
"Who does he meet?"
"Give it up," answered Sam. "I'm not in charge of him. I'm just his boatman."