Watching him, Katie was thinking one need have small fear of his not always being "corrupted." There was a light in his eyes spoke for "corruption." "I saw her making straight across the Island," he went back to his story.
"I _knew_.

And I knew that on the other side she might find things very conveniently arranged for her purpose.

I turned the boat and went at its best speed around the head of the Island.

Hugged the shore on your side.
Pulled into a little cove.

Waited." He looked at Katie, comparing her with an _a priori_ idea of her.