She had had choice enough,
Thompson knew. But it was no more strange, after all, than for himself
never to have looked with tender eyes on any one of the women he had
known. He had liked them, but he hadn't ever got past the stage of
comparing them with Sophie Carr. She had always been the standard he set
to judge the others. Thompson realized that he was quite a hopeless case
in this respect.
"I must be a sort of a freak," he muttered to himself when he was stowed
away in his blankets. "I wonder if I _could_ like another woman, as
well, if I tried? Well, we'll see, we'll see."
CHAPTER XXIX
TWO MEN AND A WOMAN
Thompson drove his canoe around a jutting point and came upon a white
cruiser swinging at anchor in an eddy. Her lines were familiar though he
had not seen her in two years. In any case the name _Alert_ in gold leaf
on her bows would have enlightened him. He was not particularly
surprised to find Tommy's motor boat there. He had half-expected to find
Tommy Ashe hereabouts.
A man's head rose above the after companion-hatch as the canoe glided
abreast.
"Is Mr. Ashe aboard?" Thompson asked.
The man shook his head.
"Went up to Carr's camp a while ago.
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