Josephine's cap had fallen off, and for a moment his hand rested on her wet and wind-blown hair.
"Did you hear that ?" he cried.

"We're almost home." "Yes," she shivered.

"And I'm glad--glad--" Was it an illusion of his own, or did she seem to shiver and draw away from him AT THE TOUCH OF HIS HAND?
Even in the blackness he could FEEL that she was huddled forward, her face in her hands.

She did not speak to him again.

When they entered the smooth water of the Snowbird, Jean's canoe drew close in beside them, but not a word fell from Croisset.