Jude contemplated him a moment with a more friendly face.
“Well,” said she, “I’m going, anyhow.”
“Gulls-nesting.”
“On the reef?”
“Lord, no! To the spit away there to east’ard. You can’t see it: it’s near seven mile away.”
“But you can’t row there alone.”
“Can’t I? You bet I can, there and back by sundown!”
“But what will Satan say?”
Jude laughed. “He’ll be wild—that’s what I want to make him. I’ll learn him! Him and his jumpers!”