Then, nodding toward the dismembered engine, "What are you?
a boat builder ?" "No, not exactly." "What's the price of a boat like that ?" indicating the Comfort with a kick in her direction.
"About two hundred and fifty dollars, I believe," I answered.
"You believe! Don't you know ?" "No.

I bought that boat second-hand." He did not refer to the boat again; apparently forgot it altogether.

His next move was to rise and turn toward the door.

I watched him, wondering what was going to happen next.

He had a habit of jumping from one subject to another which was bewildering.
"What's that fellow doing off there ?" he asked, suddenly.
I looked where he was pointing.
"That is Zeb Kendrick," I answered.