Say the 'Song of the Sword,' or the 'Anchor Chanty.'" "Or the 'First Chanty,'" Corliss answered.

"'Mine was the woman, darkling I found her,'" he hummed, significantly.
She flashed her paddle into the water on the opposite side in order to go wide of a jagged cake, and seemed not to hear.

"I could go on this way forever." "And I," Corliss affirmed, warmly.
But she refused to take notice, saying, instead, "Vance, do you know I'm glad we're friends ?" "No fault of mine we're not more." "You're losing your stroke, sir," she reprimanded; and he bent silently to the work.
La Bijou was driving against the current at an angle of forty-five degrees, and her resultant course was a line at right angles to the river.

Thus, she would tap the western bank directly opposite the starting-point, where she could work up-stream in the slacker flood.
But a mile of indented shore, and then a hundred yards of bluffs rising precipitously from out a stiff current would still lie between them and the man to be rescued.
"Now let us ease up," Corliss advised, as they slipped into an eddy and drifted with the back-tide under the great wall of rim-ice.
"Who would think it mid-May ?" She glanced up at the carelessly poised cakes.

"Does it seem real to you, Vance ?" He shook his head.
"Nor to me.