"We are just as good as married, you see." "It's nice--of you to say it, dear--but we're a long--way from--Bracken's.

Gee! That was close!" A bullet splashed in the water not ten feet from the boat.

"The cowards! They're actually trying to kill us!" For the first time his face took on a look of alarm and his eyes grew desperate.

"I can't let them shoot at you, Marjory, dear! What the dickens they want I don't know, but I'm going to surrender." He had stopped rowing and was making ready to wave his white handkerchief on high.
"Never!" she cried with blazing eyes.

"Give me the oars!" She slid into the other rowing seat and tried to snatch the oars from the rowlocks.
"Bravo! I could kiss you a thousand times for that.