"I said it would be a pretty clever stunt," observed the boatman a moment later. "Here we are in open water again. No fear; they won't try it."
He swung the tiller sharply. The launch swerved and began to follow a new course.
"Is that Mr. Witherbee's Island?" demanded Miss Chalmers, pointing.
"That? No, indeed. We've been going away from Witherbee's."
"Take me there at once."
"You mean to say you really want to go back?"
"Take me there! Do you hear?"
"Why—yes, if you say so. Only, I took you there once and you wouldn't stay put. What brought you out, anyhow?"
"My own affair," answered Miss Chalmers shortly.
"Meaning I'm not to ask questions. All right. I'll take you back. You needn't worry about that—ma'am."