He felt a distaste for his profession, and a temptation to throw it all over and strike out for the Klondike whither she was going; then he glanced up the beetling side of the ship, saw the red face of Thad Ferguson, and forgot the dream he had for an instant dreamed.
Splash! A handful of water from his strenuous oar struck her full in the face.

"Hope you don't mind it, miss," he apologized.

"I'm doin' the best I know how, which ain't much." "So it seems," she answered, good-naturedly.
"Not that I love the sea," bitterly; "but I've got to turn a few honest dollars somehow, and this seemed the likeliest way.

I oughter 'a ben in Klondike by now, if I'd had any luck at all.

Tell you how it was.
I lost my outfit on Windy Arm, half-way in, after packin' it clean across the Pass--" Zip! Splash! She shook the water from her eyes, squirming the while as some of it ran down her warm back.
"You'll do," he encouraged her.