The sandbar was miles long, miles wide; six or seven miles of caving bend was visible below them, part of it over another sandbar that extended out into the river. There was not a boat, house, human being, or even fence in sight in any direction. Across the river there was a cotton field, but so far away it was that the stalks were but a purple haze under the afternoon sun. 88
“You think I’m queer?” she suddenly demanded.
“No, but I would be if––”
“If what?”
“If I didn’t think you were the dandiest river tripper in the world,” he exclaimed.
“You’re a dear boy,” she laughed. “You don’t know how much good you’ve done me already. Now we’ll get supper.”
“I’ve two black ducks,” he said. “I’ll bet they’ll make a good––”
“Roast,” she took his word. “I’ll show you I’m a dandy cook, too!”