"Which of us shall row, Mr. Cromwell?" asked Robert.
"I will row first, and you may do so afterward."
"All right."
Cromwell took his place, and rowed rather awkwardly until the boat reached the middle of the pond.
"Shan't I take the oars now, Mr. Cromwell?"
"Not quite yet. I am going to row into that little recess over yonder. You can row back."
The outline of the pond was irregular. In one place there was a recess, surrounded by woods, within which they would be shielded from view. It seemed a fitting place for a tragedy.
When they were fairly within it, Cromwell said:
"Now you may take the oars."