And, by Jove, look at those men at the oars.
It's an all-white crew.

Now what reason brings them here ?" "They're not proper sailors," Joan commented.

"I'd be ashamed of a crew of black-boys that pulled in such fashion.

Look at that fellow in the bow--the one just jumping out; he'd be more at home on a cow-pony." The boat's-crew scattered up and down the beach, ranging about with eager curiosity, while the two men who had sat in the stern-sheets opened the gate and came up the path to the bungalow.

One of them, a tall and slender man, was clad in white ducks that fitted him like a semi-military uniform.