"
The taunt aroused Dexie, and she replied:
"No, I'm not afraid. It was not I that asked to return."
Instantly Hugh stepped into the boat and, gave it a shove that sent it
several rods, saying:
"Then we'll not lose our sail on Gussie's account," and he bent to the
oars, sending the little boat far out into the stream.
Gussie stood on the wharf until she saw that they really meant to leave her
there, and then walked thoughtfully home.
"I wonder what this means?" was Dexie's inward comment when she found
herself alone with Hugh. "There is some method in this madness, for I see
it in his eyes."
She did not offer to begin the conversation until she saw Hugh hoist the
sail and turn towards Point Pleasant.
"Where are you going, Mr. McNeil? I thought we were going up the Basin."
"I think we will try the Arm; there will not be so many crafts about."
"Why this wish for seclusion?" said Dexie, forcing a smile. "Surely there
will be room for us as well."
Hugh paid no attention to this remark until they had turned up the Arm;
then dropping the sail and changing his seat to one opposite Dexie, he let
the boat drift with the tide.
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