Scott tried repeatedly to get a full view of the face under the hat, but the red curls and the round fair cheeks were all he could tell of the lady’s looks, though he noticed the extremely pretty shape of the foot encased in its kid boot.
“Do you live here?” Carrie asked by way of introduction.
“No,” was answered in a low tone.
“You row beautifully, at any rate,” said Carrie.
She made no reply.
They were nearing the island.
“Oh, it was about here that we all came so near being drowned,” said Carrie.
“How?” Scott asked.
“By the sinking of a steamer. Oh, I shall never forget that time. How frightened we all were.”
“Were any lives lost?” Scott asked.