Carrington's dark eyes opened with an expression of mild wonder.

And so those trunks were full of clothes--Oh, Lord!--he looked down at the flushed, impatient face beside him with amusement.
"I'll see that they are taken care of," he said, for the boat was alongside the platform now; and gathering up Betty's hand luggage, he helped her aboard.
By the time they had reached Wheeling, Betty had quite parted with whatever superficial prejudice she might have had concerning river-men.
This particular one was evidently a very nice river-man, an exception to his kind.

She permitted him to assume the burden of her plans, and no longer scanned the pages of her Badger's and Porter's with a puckered brow.

It reposed at the bottom of her satchel.

He made choice of the steamer on which she should continue her journey, and thoughtfully chose The Naiad--a slow boat, with no reputation for speed to sustain.