She gave him an approving nod before she sprang to the next stone, and he felt a thrill of pleasure.

She knew his task was difficult and was satisfied with him.
When they came to the scar where the floods had torn away the bank he hesitated.

It was some distance to the water, and there was no hold upon the wall of soil, which was studded with small round stones.
"Helen slid," his companion remarked.

"I imagine she chose her time; the sitting glissade isn't elegant.

But if you'll go first and wait--" Festing leaned back with his shoulders against the bank and pushed off.
He alighted in the water, and Miss Jardine, coming down, kicked his arm.