"Yes; he seems to have no initiative whatever."
"You don't mean to say he heard you?"
Again the boatman had a seizure.
"Of course not," answered Rosalind easily. "I had to write it on a piece of paper."
Sam turned abruptly and walked to the cabin. His shoulders were shaking.
"He isn't over it yet," commented Reginald.
"I don't imagine he will be over it for a good while," said Rosalind a little savagely. "I think you may take me home now, Reggy."
The boatman stood in the doorway of his cabin, watching them descend the path. He was grinning broadly.
Rosalind felt that she had in some measure achieved revenge for the indignity of her bath. It was no more of a falsehood than the story Sam had attempted to put into her mouth; certainly it was better to be a heroine than a clinging creature.
And by all odds it was an improvement on the preposterous and humiliating truth!