"You may find yourself responsible for all of it," Winslow flung back, his face darkened by a frown. "I wish you'd stop being mysterious. You know what I want, and you've got to give it to me!"
"I know what you want," Louis said, "but I'm not going to talk about it." He leaped out of the boat, gathered up his traps and went on ahead whistling, while Winslow, his lips in a thin line, followed him.
