No matter how contemptuously indifferent that girl might pretend to be she would not forget what had taken place; that she had been obliged to obey my orders; that I had carried her to that skiff; that I had saved her from a danger--not a great danger, and against her will, of course--but saved her nevertheless.

She was under an obligation to me; she could not help herself.

How that must gall her.

I remembered the look on her face as I rowed away.

Sweet was revenge.