It needn't imply that you've condoned anything I said to you, out yonder in the boat, you know.

But it may save you from a stumble.

I'm fairly sure-footed.

And I'm used to this sort of travel." Meekly, she obeyed, wondering at her own queer sense of peace under the protection of this man whom she told herself she detested.

The wiry strength of the arm, around which her white fingers closed so confidingly, thrilled her.