Jump in!" Off from the weeds shot the light skiff.

The water splashed for a moment under the spasmodic strokes of the oarsman, and then the little boat streaked out into the river like a thing of life.

Marjory sat in the stern and kept her eyes upon the bank they were leaving.

Jack Barnes drove every vestige of his strength into the stroke; somehow he pulled like a man who had learned how on a college crew.

They were half way across the broad river before they were seen from the hills.