"I was merely rowing," she said, trying to calm her voice. "I—I thought the island was unoccupied."
"You didn't happen to be looking for a smugglers' cave, did you?"
"No!"
"Or a burglars' den?"
"No!"
"Or an international spy?"
She remained furious and silent.
"It's rather important for me to know," he explained as he scratched a match. "There's so much hunting going on that it isn't safe to ignore it. You don't happen to be a member of a posse, do you?"
"Will you let me down?"
"That's his affair," answered the boatman, nodding in the direction of the dog. "He seems to like you where you are. I don't know that I ought to interfere. It might discourage him and make him careless in the future. Did you visit my cabin?"