Together, inseparable from this time forth, they had started on the one great adventure of their lives, and for them fear had ceased to exist.

The night sheltered them.

Its very blackness held in its embrace a warmth of welcome and of unending hope.

Twice in the next half hour he put his hand to Nada's face, and each time she pressed her lips against it, sweet with that confidence which so completely possessed her soul.
Very slowly they moved through the swamp, for because of the gloom his paddle-strokes were exceedingly short, and he was feeling his way.

Frequently he ran into brush, or struck the boggy shore, and occasionally Nada would hold lighted matches while he extricated the canoe from tree-tops and driftwood that impeded the way.