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CHAPTER I

them, which Denis thought rather dull. But there might be something in it. Anyhow, Maureen knew the tiller from the rowlocks, and she had nice, brown, long hair, and never wanted to do different things, and Phyllis Stetterley, who lived next door to the Baileys, hated her like poison.
If only the tide would hurry up. Should he hoist a distress signal and explain to Maureen afterwards that he had only wanted to get back before she left ? But that meant the shameful journey over the mud on a fisherman's shoulders ; and Maureen would probably misunderstand. They would all pat him on the back and say " Poor old Denis, you must be cold. We've left some nice hot scones for you." Maureen would say later, if his mother left them alone, " It doesn't matter about the distress signal, Denis. It must have been beastly out there alone." No, distress signals were out of the question. He would wait till the tide rose ; and just then he heard the splash of oars. He could see nothing from his mudbank, high above the sunken channel. But in a moment a black bow rounded the bend. Jack Hood, the salmon poacher, was sculling. In the stern-sheets sat his father. ,Jack was steering as he pulled, and Mr. Bailey in his knickerbockers and high laced boots looked more than incongruous. His face showed resigned protest. He was not angry. He seldom felt any bitterness towards his son. He was too fond of him. In his long experience as A London solicitor he had learnt the gift of infinite patience. And Denis feared his father's deadly patience more than Daddy Long Legs' grip on the fleshy part of the forearm.
" Have you left the boat securely fastened, Denis ?" Mr. Bailey ignored the past and present of his son's predicament. His voice was very patient.
" No ; not yet. I didn't know you were coming father. I say, I'm quite all right. The tide will lift her in a couple of hours, you know . . . or less." He looked furtively at Jack, who seemed unimpressed by his jargon. Could he defy the rescue party and retain his dignity ? Mr. Bailey's voice banished hope.

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