The boat grounded on the sand. Captain Fargo stepped out and drew it up. Beveridge rose and smiled lazily while he waited for Annie to come up to the steps. The sun had been in her eyes, and at first she did not see him distinctly.
“Well,” said Beveridge, “hello! Didn't expect to see me, did you?”
She stopped abruptly and looked at him. He did not know just how to interpret her expression.
“Aren't you going to speak to me, Annie?” Her answer, when it came, blanketed him, and left him, so to speak, flapping in the wind. She said, “What have you done with Dick?”
“Dick? Why—oh, he's all right.”
“Why hasn't he been back?”
“He 'll be around all right. They thought it would be necessary to hold him for a few days.”
“To hold him,—where?”
“Don't you see—”
“Is he in prison?”