There were occasional cabins for several miles below the Landing, and eyes turned riverward in the storm might see it.

He made his way to the window and fastened his slicker over it.
"We're off, Gray Goose," he said then, rubbing his hands.

"Would it seem more homelike if I smoked ?" She nodded, her eyes on the slicker at the window.
"It's pretty safe," said Kent, fishing out his pipe, and beginning to fill it.

"Everybody asleep, probably.

But we won't take any chances." The scow was swinging sideways in the current.