He glanced at her now and then, but she gave no sign of relenting; her face was whiter than usual and her look was strained.

Getting angry, he drove the canoe down the lake with a curling wave at her bow, until the paddle snapped in a savage stroke and he flung the haft away.

For a moment, he hoped Sadie would laugh, but she did not.
"Now you'll have to paddle with your hands until you pick up the broken blade," she said.
Charnock did so and afterwards awkwardly propelled the craft towards the camp fire.

He thought Sadie might have suggested their landing and walking back, but she was silent and calmly watched his clumsy efforts.
He was glad when they reached the beach where the others were and he helped her out.

An hour or two later he drove her home, but she did not talk.