"Don't forget that.

If you didn't have these girls with you, I'd keep my hands off Lad's collar and let him hold you out in the lake till it freezes for the winter.

As it is, one of you men can swim out for your canoe and tow it in; and then the rest of you can bundle aboard it and finish your picnic on somebody else's land." "Well!" shrilled the wet damsel, striding shoreward like some sloppily overdressed Venus rising from the sea.

"Well! I MUST say! Nice neighborly, hospitable way to treat poor unfortunate--!" "Trespassers ?" suggested the Master, as she groped for a climax word.
"You're right.

It is no way to treat a woman who has fallen into the lake; trespasser or not.