"Why not?" I asked.
I picked up some loose cord from her boat, strung the trout by the gills and tied them securely round my waist.
She watched me archly and a thought went flashing through my mind that it did not need the education of the city to school a woman in the art of using her eyes.
"Guess I'll see you off the premises first, before I go."
"All right!" said I.
We crossed the Island once more, and I got on to a rock which dipped sheer and deep into the sea.
She held out her hand and smiled in such a bewitching way that, had I not been a well-seasoned bachelor of almost twenty-five years' standing, I should have lost my heart to her completely.
"Good-bye! Mister,—Mister Bremner. Safe home."
"Good-bye! Miss—Rita."
"Sure you can make it?" she asked earnestly.