"Worry!" she flashed. "Do you think I'm worrying? Do you think I'm afraid—just because you are a burglar?"
"Well, to tell you the truth," answered the boatman slowly, "I've got an idea you're afraid I'm not a burglar."
"But you are!"
He shrugged his shoulders and devoted his attention to the course. It was a roundabout way to Witherbee's Island. The voyage was finished in silence. She did not know whether she was sorry or pleased when she set foot upon the lonely dock for a second time.
"No charge this time," observed the boatman. "It's on me."
She turned upon him fiercely.
"Let me warn you," she said, "that if you are caught—"
The boat was under way again.
"Well, good night—or rather good morning—Miss Accessory-after-the-fact," he called back.
CHAPTER IV