“Here, you, where are you going?” sang out Harvey.
The man looked up, surprised, but did not answer.
“I say, there, where are you going? Can’t you hear?” cried Harvey, roughly.
The man stopped rowing. “What’s that to you?” he answered.
Harvey laughed. “You’ve got me there,” he said. “I didn’t mean to be rude—but I’ve been disappointed. I didn’t know but you might be going to row across to the island, and I thought perhaps you might like to earn a dollar. I’ll help row, too, if you like. I want to go, the worst way.”
The man hesitated for a moment, started as though he were going to row away, and then paused again.
“Where do you belong?” he asked.
“Over on the island,” said Harvey. “I’m camping there.”
“What’s that?” said the man, putting his hand to his ear. “Say it again.”
“I’m camping out over on the island,” repeated Harvey.