“Of course!” Jerry was equally excited. “When he couldn’t——”
“You have it!” he broke in. “When he couldn’t climb masts, he sulked and wouldn’t race at all. Then he went off and climbed trees all by his little lonely——”
“Just to show her that he wasn’t going to be bossed!” she helped quickly.
“Sure! Then he got taking a drink or two just for company——”
“I don’t think he ever really liked the stuff. None of us do.”
“Of course he doesn’t. If his primary interest is drink,” Richard flung up his hands, “the Lord help him, for nobody else can. That’s what Galloway says. I’ll get in touch with Galloway soon as we land. Perhaps I can get him to come up with us——”
“Where?” She was sobered suddenly.
“To ‘Red Jacket,’ of course.” He laughed at her stupidity. Her expression puzzled him for a moment. “Or is it ‘Yellow Jacket’? I’m no good on names. Well, never mind the colour, old girl. We’ll all work on it and we’ll bring that kid around as sound as buckwheat. Aren’t you excited about it?”
“Yes,” she answered quietly. With her head resting in her hands, she was frowning at the great swirl of water left by the receding boat.