“Nothing unusual about his staying, Sis; you see, he’s been comin’ here regularly in good weather, as long as I know of. He usually anchors in deep water near the Point, and fishes from the rear deck. I’ve seen him sittin’ there in an easy chair by the hour, either deep-fishing for sole an’ rock cod or using a casting rod for trout and salmon.”
“Doesn’t he come ashore?”
“Never did until the other day. Sometimes he’d hire Bunte to run him out to the banks in a small boat, but more often than not he wouldn’t have a small boat along with him at all. I never paid much attention to him until the other day when I recognized who he is. I wouldn’t be surprised to hear that he had something to do with getting this place abandoned. He’s a sly old codger.”
“Well, Davie dear, he may be sly, but he
