We must be over one of the springs.

I suppose you are all right, Scarlett." Hugh had come up, but in very different fashion.
"Yes," he said, faintly, clutching the upturned boat.
"I'm not sure," said Doll, keeping going with one hand, "that we had not better get ashore and fetch the other boat.

The water's enough to freeze one." "I can't swim," said Hugh, his teeth chattering.
He was a delicate man at the best of times, and the cold was laying hold of him.
Doll looked at his blue lips and shaking hands, and his face became grave.

He measured the distance to the shore with his eye.

It had receded in a treacherous manner.
"I'm not much of a performer myself," he said, "since I broke my arm last winter, but I can get to the shore.