"Where?" She glanced round, sprang up the steps, and soon was making room for him beside her at a larboard window behind Watson. Looking thence across the long, slim neck of Cole's Point they saw the two boats coming back westward in the upper reach of the fourteen-mile eastern loop they were running to make two miles into the north. Now the Westwood passed and now the Antelope, their skylights glinting like fireflies through the intervening tree tops, and Watson showed how to tell them apart by night. Presently they turned north again and vanished, leaving the mighty stream to its three students.
"It'll cut off this whole fourteen mile' some day," said Watson; but the other two, in their dim nook, remained silent. He knew that sort of silence. When Ramsey by and by spoke, her words were to Hugh exclusively and in undertone.
"The Quakeress—Oh, I didn't mean——!"
"That's all right," said Hugh. "The Quakeress——!"
"Oh, I meant the Antelope! She'll soon be in the lead again?"
"Yes."
"With both those letters."
"Both."
"Ain't you glad I didn't mean the Quakeress?"
"No."