"I'll be there in a minute." Within the minute I was almost alongside.

Then I turned, intending to speak again; but I did not.

The two persons in the dingy were Victor--I did not know his other name--and Mabel Colton.
I was wearing the oilskin slicker and had pulled down the brim of my sou'wester to keep the sun from my eyes; therefore they had not recognized me before.

And I, busy at the oars and looking over my shoulder only occasionally, had not recognized them.

Now the recognition was mutual.