Wouldn't hanker to be bunk-mates with him." But St.Vincent did not mind the eccentricities of the man, for he spent most of his time on Split-up Island with Frona and the Baron.
One day, however, and innocently, he ran foul of him.

Two Swedes, hunting tree-squirrels from the other end of Roubeau Island, had stopped to ask for matches and to yarn a while in the warm sunshine of the clearing.

St.Vincent and Borg were accommodating them, the latter for the most part in meditative monosyllables.

Just to the rear, by the cabin-door, Bella was washing clothes.

The tub was a cumbersome home-made affair, and half-full of water, was more than a fair match for an ordinary woman.