CHAPTER III.
THE MINOTAUR "Not stopping to supper even?
Well, you must be a darned looney!" Adam sat down astride his wood-block with the words, and looked up at his son with the aggressive expression of a Scotch terrier daring a Newfoundland.
Rufus, with his hands in his pockets, leaned against the woodshed.

He made no reply of any sort to his father's brisk observation.

Obviously it made not the faintest impression upon him.
After a moment or two he spoke, his pipe in the corner of his mouth.

"If that chap bathes off the Spear Point rocks when the tide's at the spring he'll get into difficulties." "Who says he does ?" demanded Adam.
Rufus jerked his head.

"I saw him--from my place--this afternoon.