"What in thunder do you want to go for?" the captain grew humorously fierce. "No one ever goes to Point of Pines."
"I'm going to surprise them," Norval rejoined. "Give them a shock, make history for them."
"Your luggage is at the bottom of the pile," this seemed a final argument, "you didn't say you were going to get off."
"I didn't know just where the place was; but chuck the trunks at Lentwell, I'll send for them."
So the River Queen chugged disgustedly up to the wharf and in the gloom of the early evening Norval, with a couple of bags, was deposited on it.
A man took in the lantern that had made known to the captain of the departing boat that Point of Pines was doing its duty. Then a voice, not belonging to the hand, called from a short distance back of the wharf:
"Jean Duval, did a box come for us?"
"No, Mam'selle."
"Didn't anything come?"
"Nothing, Mam'selle."