"Back to Mr.Colton's landing," he said.

"Get as much of a move on as you can, will you?
I'll make it worth your while." I was as anxious to get there as he was.

I did not care for a quarrel, and I knew if he continued to use that tone in his remarks to me I should answer as I felt.

I pulled with all my strength, but against the tide towing was hard work.
Victor sat on the amidships thwart of the dingy, with his back to me.
But Miss Colton, seated in the stern, was facing me and I could not help looking at her.

She did not look at me, or, if she did, it was as if I were merely a part of the view; nothing to be interested in, one way or the other.
She was beautiful; there was no doubt of that.