Didn't your father tell us what he was?
There!" throwing the end of the rope overboard and addressing me; "now, you may clear out.

We've done with you.
Understand ?" I looked at Miss Colton.

But I might as well have looked at an iceberg.
I slid one of my oars over into the dingy.
"There you are," I said, grimly.

"But I warn you that you're in for trouble." I let go of the rail and the boats fell apart.

Victor seized the borrowed oar with a triumphant laugh.
"Your bluff wouldn't work, would it, Reuben," he sneered.