Her own voice was suddenly stony.
"Have you--oh! have you made any
headway since?"

"Humph! Yes. I've found out something
about him."

The patrol leader's preoccupied eyes
were on the boat edging vaguely nearer
to the wharf, with its one "nickum"
figure, so nonchalantly rowing, so absorbed
in the rainbowed sheet upon its knees
that at this moment it awkwardly
"caught a crab" and almost suggestively
lost an oar.

Simultaneously, however, the phonograph
on the piazza struck up, as a prelude
to festivities, the Virginia reel, the
notes tripping gaily out across the painted
lake; and the rower shot one glance upward,
as if to say: "I'll be there in time!"
then bent his hungry nose to the paper
again.

"What--what did you find out about
him?" Pem's interest was equally hungry
-positively famishing. " His name--eh?"

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