Once more she had me at a disadvantage. I had no desire for more fishing, and I was fearful of further questions, but what could I do? And it was not late—but a little past two o'clock.
So I rigged the rod again and led the way down the shore to the spot where the sedge extended out into the pond, with the lily pads beyond it. She walked beside me. Then she seated herself on a fallen tree and I baited the hook with a lively minnow and cast. For some time I got not even a nibble. As I waited she and I talked. But now it was I who questioned.
“Do you like Denboro?” I asked.
“I am beginning to like it very much. At first I thought it very dull, but now I am getting acquainted.”
“There are few cottagers and summer people here. But in Harniss there is a large colony. Very nice people, I believe.”
“Yes, I have met some of them. But it was not the summer people I meant. I am beginning to know the townspeople and to like some of them. I met that delightful old Captain Warren the other day.”
“He is as good as they make.”
“Indeed he is. And I had an interview with another captain, Miss Dean's father, yesterday. We had an interesting encounter.”
“So I should imagine. Captain Jed! Whew! It MUST have been interesting.”
“It was. Oh, we were very fierce at first—at least he was, and I fought for my side as hard as I could. He said Father was a selfish pig for wanting to close the Lane, and I said it was because of its use by the pigs that he wished to close it.”