In the excitement of the fight, Novak had escaped unobserved even by the two women who now set up shouts of alarm. So far they had been only spectators, but the loss of their rowboat entangled them very definitely in the events.
“Let him go,” laughed Woodruff, “now we can get somethin’ done.”
“But he’s got our boat,” protested Clem.
Woodruff turned and eyed the two for a long minute. Perhaps he was seeing them for the first time to recognize them as individuals. “What’s your names?” he demanded.
“I’m Clementine Fargar,” answered Clem.
“I’m sure I don’t see that it is any of your business,” retorted Miss Campbell, provoked by his tone.
Woodruff flung back his head with a hearty laugh. “Well, well! How was you invited and us not even knowin’ your name? Still, I ain’t sorry you come, se
