"Donno. Donno anything about birds."
Payne looked at him closely and was puzzled. The man's obvious appearance of intelligence rendered such a reply unnatural.
The stranger returned the scrutiny, appraising the pair with a lazy air of indifference, which did not quite conceal his shrewdness.
"What you-all doing here? Fishing?"
"Hiding."
"Come on the Swastika?"
"Yes."
"She's sailing."
"Yes; that's why we're hiding. We're not going back on her." Roger's eyes had not left the man's. Each had appraised the other and given a favorable verdict. "We're going up the river. I've got some land I've got to look at up there."
"How d'you figure to go?"