But she met her better at this business. Power broke in on top of her. "He is a good man, and he'll play you straight, whether you play him straight or don't. He is my friend, that's all."
The anger went out of their faces. Power was searching for something to say, but she was the quicker.
"I'm not going to quarrel with you yet," she said, her head to one side. "It's too dead dull on the river to start scaring blokes away. When will you come along for another look at the show? Dad's done a bit you know there. He's dotty on the wire strainer. That's what has slowed him up. What about to-night?"
"Not to-night. Another day. To-morrow, if you like."
"To-night."
"Not to-night."
"To-night," she said again, frowning.
"To-morrow."
"I reckon you don't have too many manners, Mister. A girl don't say to-night too often, you know."