"I think I may as well tell you," she added, "that I have a pistol with me."
"Well, it might come handy if we meet anything," he admitted, not a trace of surprise in his voice.
Having reached this initial point in their conversation, Rosalind paused. She was perplexed as to the best way to begin. She was a little worried; but he must never suspect that.
A long afternoon hour of study over certain events in which she had been an actor since her embarkation at Clayton the night before had convinced her that it was highly desirable to know something more concerning this common person, who made such poor work of his avowed occupation as a boatman. Yet that was not exactly it, either; what she most wanted to know was something concerning the plans and intentions of this person in case certain contingencies arose.
"Your name is Sam, I believe?" she asked suddenly.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Sam what?"
"Oh, Sam anything. Whatever you say; I aim to please."
"You live here?"
"Hereabouts, ma'am."