"This will never do, Miss Welse.

Come on back, and I'll get one of our boats over as soon as I can." "I'll see you in--in heaven first," retorted the boatman, shoving off.
"Let go!" he threatened.
Mr.Thurston gripped tight hold of the gunwale, and as reward for his chivalry had his knuckles rapped sharply by the oar-blade.

Then he forgot himself, and Miss Welse also, and swore, and swore fervently.
"I dare say our farewell might have been more dignified," she called back to him, her laughter rippling across the water.
"Jove!" he muttered, doffing his cap gallantly.

"There is a _woman_!" And a sudden hunger seized him, and a yearning to see himself mirrored always in the gray eyes of Frona Welse.

He was not analytical; he did not know why; but he knew that with her he could travel to the end of the earth.