“Hal, what if the Preventative folk got any one?” she asked.
“They’d die, that’s all,” he replied laconically.
The girl looked round at the early summer landscape and shuddered.
“Look again, are you sure about the boat?” she commanded anxiously.
Hal threw a casual glance over his shoulder.
“Sure? Sure of what?” he asked gruffly.
“That it’s the Preventative folk!” Anny shook his sleeve as she spoke.
Hal wrenched his arm out of her grasp, and replied irritably:
“No, of course I’m not sure; don’t be stupid, girl; I only said ’twas like one.”
Anny looked at him in surprise.