“What do you mean by disobeying my orders?” cried Carney, rushing over to where I had landed.
“Disobeying your orders?” I repeated.
“Yes. You know well enough I don’t want you to land here.”
“If I want to land I don’t see how you are going to stop me,” I replied as coolly as I could, although I was anxious as to the outcome of the situation.
“You don’t, eh? Didn’t I tell you I owned this island?”
“I don’t believe it. The property has always been in the families of several Bend Center folks.”
“What do you know about Bend Center?”
“I know all about it.”
“You don’t mean to say you live there?” and there was actual wonder in the man’s tone.
“I live near the place. I run the mill over at Torrent Bend River.”