"At any rate I don't care to have you mention the matter," she said firmly. "It's nothing."
"Well, I think when a girl does a fine, brave thing like that she's entitled to all the credit for it," Reginald grumbled. "And to think of it being wasted on that boob, too!"
Once more he inspected the boatman. Then, as he studied the loose-jointed figure, surprise came into Reginald's eyes. He looked back to Rosalind.
"That's funny."
"What?"
"Why, his clothes are dry!"
The boatman was having a convulsion of some kind. His body twitched violently and bent almost double.
"Oh, yes," said Rosalind. "You see, he was chattering so with cold or fright, probably both, that I told him he'd better put on some dry clothes. He had some in the cabin."
Sam managed to straighten himself.
"You told him?" repeated Reginald wonderingly.