“Did you ever hear of any one taking a boy’s corner—just taking it?”
“I heared of it, but I never knowed it. It is his corner.”
I felt for the tribal instinct on another tack. The boy had been to camp. It is on the salt water.
“Can the fellows swim?” I asked.
“Most on ’em.”
“Is there any one to save those who can’t if they get in too deep?”
THE BOYS: “HANG WOMAN’S RIGHTS, ANYWAY”
“Pinochle does—Pete’s his name. He pulled some out already.”
“If he shouldn’t be there, and a boy be drowning, would any of the others go in to help him?”