He was sitting in the stern of the boat, with a face naturally joyous, heavily overcast.

Jarvis and Ike were rowing and with innate delicacy they did not disturb him.
They, too, said nothing.

But they were powerful oarsmen, and they sent the heavy skiff shooting up the stream.

The Kentucky, a deep river at any time, was high from the spring floods, and the current offered but little resistance.

The man of mighty sinews and the boy of sinews almost as mighty, pulled a long and regular stroke, without any quickening of the breath.
The dawn deepened into the full morning.