And I cannot live through another night like last night.

Why, if anything should happen to us"-- she flung back her head and smiled bravely at him through the mist of her wet hair and the drenching spray--"if anything should happen I know you'd meet it gloriously.

So I'm not afraid.

And I want to go home." Philip turned to the half-breed, who had drifted a canoe length away.
"We'll go on, Jean," he called.

"We can make it by keeping close inshore.