When he reached the other side of the road, he turned and shouted at me, as though I had been deaf.
"Do you know what I think ?" he yelled.

"I think you're a darned lunatic," and with that he went his way.
I hastened on to Peter's Point.

Long before I reached it, I saw the boat.
It was apparently deserted.

But still I pressed on.

I must know the worst.