Before Miss Chalmers could answer a voice at her ear boomed out:
"No-o-o, thanks! All right in a minute."
She turned in amazement upon the boatman, who was now on his knees in front of the engine, his face hidden from her.
"Why—you—you—"
The jingling of a bell from across the water interrupted her. Then she heard the churning of a propeller, and the dark outline of the yacht began to move again.
"Ahoy!" screamed Miss Chalmers.
"Never mind!" roared her boatman.
She whirled upon him furiously.
"How could you! How dare you! Are you mad? Do you think—"
She broke off and sent another hail in the direction of the yacht. But that craft had disappeared in the night, and there was no answering call.