All at once he was embarked with good comrades upon a journey of tremendous interest.
Jarvis noticed the change upon his face, but said nothing.

He pulled with a long, slow stroke, suited to the solemn refrain of Juanita, which he continued to pour forth with his soul in every word.
They went on, deeper into the Bluegrass.

The blue sky above them was now dappled with golden clouds, and the air grew warmer, but Jarvis and his nephew showed no signs of weariness.

When Harry judged that the right time had come he asked to relieve Ike at the oar.

Ike looked at Jarvis and Jarvis nodded to Ike.