“You gave me an awful bang on the head.”
“You frightened the gizzard out of me,” said Jude, “and I wasn’t the same after—that night.”
“I remember, I heard you telling Satan that hants were chasing you.”
“You were the hants.”
“But you didn’t care for me then. Remember you said derricks were only good for hoisting fools off ships with.”
“I reckon it was a sort of caring turned inside out,” said Jude. She turned her head to see if they were making for the Dryad.
“You’re letting her off her course,” said she, “unless you’re making for that brig.”
“I’d just as soon make for her as anywhere else,” said he, altering the course, “unless it was the sandspit—Jude!”
“Yep.”
“Imagine if we were alone on the sandspit, you and I, just as we were that day, instead of in this rotten old harbor—let’s go there!”