Perhaps it was the added weight of his unspoken influence that turned the scale.
She said yes.

During the silence that followed, Sandy, unable to restrain his joy, threw his arms about a life-preserver and embraced it fervently.
When they were gone he crawled out to stretch his weary body.

On the deck he found a book which they had left; it was a green book, and on the cover was a golden castle on a golden hill.

All the rest of his life he loved a green book best, for it was through this one that he found his way back again to that enchanted land that lay behind the peat-flames in the shadowy memory.

Early in the morning he read it, with his head on the box of hardtack and his feet on the water-can.
Twice he reluctantly tore himself from its pages and put it back where he had found it.