At last they circled low, dropped to the surface inside the breakwater at Indian Point, then taxied in.
The instant the motor stopped and Tom had secured a tie line, he said in a low tone:
“This is our secret, Rosa. To anyone else, you just didn’t go with me.”
“Okay,” was the frank agreement.
“Grab that skiff and row as fast as you can to the dock!”
“But you will come, too?” the girl demurred.
“Not yet!” He lifted her into the skiff. “Don’t you see, you little goose? If you come back for me, then it will all be quite regular. You just happened along and gave me a lift.”
“I see.” The girl rowed swiftly away.
When, a quarter of an hour later, Rosa, still fairly shaking with cold, but managing a casual stride for all that, walked into the big living room, Norma exclaimed, “Rosa! Where have you been? They have looked for you everywhere!”
“I went out for a little fresh air, that’s all.”