It was known that Winslow was to leave by that time.
"Oh, you won't give me a chance to bid for it?"
Len made no reply for a moment, and mistook the easy and indifferent manner of Winslow.
Stepping now on the fording stones, he went as far as the middle, when his anger got the better of him, and turning about, he said:
"If you got my boat you would change its name. That's why I would not sell her."
Winslow did not reply or look at him, as he was gazing out to sea. Len, now carried away by both hatred and anger, blurted out:
"Grace would not take the place of Marie."
Winslow was after him like a flash. Len saw that he must protect himself from the body leaping towards him over the ford stones, and braced himself for the shock. It was useless. Without a word, Winslow, as he reached Len, bent his body quickly, and in a trice that young man was landed on his back with a great splash in the water.
No word was spoken. Winslow proceeded on his way over the rocks, and passed up the road without once looking back.