“I’m going with you.”
“You’ll dog me across country?” he asked incredulously.
She flushed painfully, but stood her ground. “I’m going with you,” she repeated.
“Oh, Lord!” he groaned. For a moment he eyed her rather malevolently. “Come back to the sloop, then. We’ll talk it over.”
She followed obediently as he clambered over the low rail of the Wisp.
“I don’t know what to make of you,” he complained.
“I hardly know what to make of myself.”
“If I had more time, I might be able to get at things.”
“You’d better simply take me with you.”
“Hum-m,” he said contemplatively.