But now Nina heard him not.

Dain going away! That's why he had ordered her, with that quiet masterfulness it was her delight to obey, to meet him at break of day in Bulangi's creek.

Was there a paddle in her canoe?
she thought.

Was it ready?
She would have to start early--at four in the morning, in a very few hours.
She rose from her chair, thinking she would require rest before the long pull in the early morning.

The lamp was burning dimly, and her father, tired with the day's labour, was already in his hammock.