"I hope the check he gave you is bad," she added viciously.
"That would be a horse on me; wouldn't it, ma'am? But that's a chance that folks like you and me have to run. Still, I heard he stole it, or what amounts to the same thing."
"I tell you he didn't!"
"You seem mighty sure about that. How do you know, ma'am?"
"Because Mr. Kellogg told me so."
"Kellogg?"
"Yes; he's here."
The boatman eyed her for several seconds.
"He is staying at Mr. Witherbee's," she added.
Of course, Rosalind knew that this was a fib; but somebody who called himself Kellogg was staying there, at any rate, and she saw no need of explaining to Sam.