"She has got it," said Renny, his eyes still on Floss, and he called out to her, "Good girl!"
"Damn Merlin!" said Piers. "He's soaked my trouser legs."
"All in white, eh?" observed Renny, looking him over.
"You didn't expect me to come in overalls, did you? Have we time for a swim before tea?"
Renny bent and put his hand in the water. "It's not very cold. Suppose we do. Tea can wait."
"Where is Eden?" asked Piers, casting his eyes over the party.
"He was up on the bluff with Pheasant a bit ago." Looking up, they saw his fair head rising just above the grass where he lay stretched at Pheasant's feet.
"I won't have him hanging about her," burst out Piers.
"Tell him so, then," said Renny, curtly.
"By the Lord, I will! I'll tell him so he'll not forget." His mind suddenly was a seething sea of suspicions. "Why, even Gran thinks there's something wrong. She was warning me just now."
"No need to get in a stew," said Renny, throwing the stick for Merlin, who leaped to the water with a bark of joy, while his place was immediately taken by a dripping, importunate Flossie. "Eden and Alayne will be leaving before the first of July. Evans has a job for him then."
"What a loafer he is!"
"You didn't expect him to work with a broken leg, did you? Don't grouse about anything now: this is Wake's birthday party. Come on and have our swim." He shouted to Wakefield: "Wake, should you like to go in for a swim?"
Wakefield came galloping through the wavelets.
"Should I? Oh, splendid! What if I had the pony here? She'd swim out with me, I'll bet."
