There is the fatalism of India, the restlessness of New York, the fear of the Arctic, the irritability of Africa.
"Curse this country!" he shouted, "curse it--curse it! River and tree--man and beast!" He rose and slouched down to his boat, which lay moored to a snag alongside the bank, trodden hard to the consistency of asphalte by a hundred bare feet.

He stepped over the gunwale and made his way aft with a practised balancing step.

The after part of the canoe was decked in and closed with lock and key.

The key hung at his watch-chain--a large chain with square links and a suggestive doubtfulness of colour.

It might have been gold, but the man who wore it somehow imparted to it a suggestion of baser metal.
He opened the locker and took from it a small chest.