Now, however, he intended to have it.

Simply because those female nuisances had seen fit to intrude where they had no business was no reason why he should resign all pleasure.

He gave a quick glance upward at the opposite bank as he reached the wharf.
There was no sign of life about the bungalow.
He entered the boathouse, undressed, and donned his bathing suit.

In a few minutes he was ready, and, emerging upon the wharf, walked briskly back along the shore of the creek to where it widened into the cove.
There he plunged in, and was soon luxuriating in the cool, clear water.
He swam with long, confident strokes, those of a practiced swimmer.

This was worth while.