When he saw me--he--then--then he--" Lucy faltered, blushing with anger and shame.
"Well, what then ?" demanded Bostil, quietly.
"He called, 'Hey, Luce--take off your clothes and come in for a swim!'" Bostil swore.
"I tell you I was mad," continued Lucy, "and just as surprised.

That was one of the queer things.

But never before had he dared to--to-" "Insult you.

Then what 'd you do ?" interrupted Bostil, curiously.
"I yelled, 'I'll fix you, Joel Creech!'...

His clothes were in a pile on the bank.