Floyd made a wry face.
“She’s as bad as a lawyer. I say, Abner, I’m afraid I’ll get tripped up.”
“You must stick to the old story.”
“What was it?”
“Don’t you remember you said that the kid hired a boat to row in the harbor along with two other boys, and the boat was upset and all three were drowned?”
“Yes, I remember. It’s a smart yarn, isn’t it?” grinned Floyd.
“Yes, but you mustn’t let her doubt it. You remember how you came to know about the drowning?”
“No, I forget.”
Abner Trimble frowned.
“Look here, Floyd. You’d better remember, or you won’t get the money I promised you. You were out in a boat yourself, and saw the whole thing. You jumped into the water, and tried to save the kid, but it was no use. He went to the bottom—and that was the end of him!”