“Are you sure of it?”
“Why, you are in my boat this very minute.”
“I think you are mistaken,” said Herbert, quietly.
“Don't you call that a boat you are in?”
“Yes, I do; but there's more than one boat in the world, and this isn't your boat.”
He rowed near the shore as he spoke, and James, his attention drawn to the boat, saw that it wasn't his. At the same time, walking nearer the edge of the pond, he caught sight of his own boat moored at its usual place.
“I guess I made a mistake,” said James.
“I think you have,” returned Herbert, quietly.
“Where did that boat come from?” demanded James.
“I don't know.”