They could not see the bank which they had left or the ridges to which they were making.
"Don't be afraid," Kate answered.

"After all, you know, we can only die once, and life isn't worth making such a tremendous fuss over." "I do not want to die," Jeanne objected, "and I do not like this at all." Kate laughed contemptuously.
"Sit still," she said, "and you are as safe as though you were in your own armchair.

No current that ever ran could upset this clumsy raft.
The only reason I am working so hard is that I do not want to be carried down past the ridges.

If we get too low down we shall have to walk across the black mud." Jeanne kept silence, listening only to the swirl of the water struck by the pole, and to the quick breathing of her companion.

Once she asked whether she could not help.
"There is no need," Kate answered.