"I will not allow you to paddle me for five miles." She yielded without another word, and very gingerly shifted her seat so that her back was towards the bow of the canoe, leaving him to occupy the paddling place opposite to her.
Then he handed her his gun, which, together with the dead birds, she carefully stowed in the bottom of the frail craft.

Next, with great caution, he slid down the rock till his feet rested in the canoe.
"Be careful or you will upset us," she said, leaning forward and stretching out her hand for him to support himself by.
Then it was, as he took it, that he for the first time really saw her face, with the mist drops hanging to the bent eyelashes, and knew how beautiful it was..