Chapter 38

She sprang ashore. He followed, pulled the boat up among tall reeds, and followed her, along a hard marl roadway through Bermuda grass and stunted growth and over a rolling, uneven little island toward a clump of hardwood trees, gums, maples, oaks. “There are no snakes here—nor anywhere on Place-of-Swans,” remarked the girl, “but there are plenty over on Tiger Island.” “Poisonous snakes?” “Moccasins,” she replied briefly. “But woodticks are all you need dread here.” As they advanced along the roadway toward the tre…