"Why, down there. Here's the painter," said Plouff, laying his hand on it, very much bewildered.
"But I thought they didn't let you use the ship's boats after sundown."
"Yes, they got all them rules, but there's always easy ways," said Plouff with gentle scorn.
"Where do you land?"
"Why, right here," and Plouff pointed to where Mr. Spokesly had been looking with the telescope.
"Is that so? But I've seen no jetty."
"No, there's no jetty. It runs alongside of the garden, you see, and there's big doors where the old feller used to keep his boat."
"What old feller?"
"Why, do you mean to say you don't know? I thought everybody knew that place."
"Well, go on. Spit it out. I don't know all the joints in this town."