"Any other time you want a boat," he observed, "you can find me 'most anywhere."
"I suppose," she said frigidly, "that that is part of the price—of silence?"
"I didn't put it that way," he answered good-naturedly. "But I certainly do like to have a handy passenger on board."
She was moving away when he halted her again.
"By the way, Miss Chalmers, you might tell me something. Once in a while this old bunch of junk they call an engine seems to get all heated up over nothing at all, even when she's not running fast. Now, when she does that, ought I—"
"Hire a mechanic!" she said sharply.
"That's what I thought," he drawled. "I'll be looking you up real soon at that rate."
Rosalind was gone.
CHAPTER VII
NEW SLANTS