“I—I’ll row you out,” said Ruth, springing forward.
“I hoped you might.”
As the young officer sat in the stern and Ruth rowed him out to sea he noted with apparent pleasure the play of the splendid muscles in her brown arms.
“Some seaman,” he complimented her.
Again Ruth flushed.
As they swung in beside the seaplane the girl’s eyes took in every detail of the plane.
“Never saw one so close before,” she said.
“Want to take a ride?”
“Not now.”
“Sometime?”