"You've got the stuff in you." She said little the rest of the journey.

Her mind was busy with the idea he had by merest accident given her.

If he could have looked in upon her thoughts, he would have been amazed and not a little alarmed by the ferment he had set up.
Where they reached the river the bank was mud and thick willows, the haunt of incredible armies of mosquitoes.

"It's a mystery to me," cried he, "why these fiends live in lonely places far away from blood, when they're so mad about it." After some searching he found a clear stretch of sandy gravel where she would be not too uncomfortable while he was gone for a boat.

He left the horse with her and walked upstream in the direction of Brooksburg.