It's not the way to do it." "But it's the only way out," stormed Allen.

"There's no other way.

Dan told me himself I couldn't speak to Mr.Bassett, and this is the only thing we could do." "Will you kindly tell me just what you intended doing ?" asked Dan, still gripping the canoe.
"I'd spoken to the minister here in the village.

Marian was going to spend the night at his house and we were to be married in the morning as soon as I could get a license." "You can't get a marriage license in Waupegan; your minister ought to know that." "No; but we could have driven over early to the county seat and got it; I tell you I had it all fixed.

You let go of that canoe!" "Stand by, Sylvia," said Dan with determination.
He steadied himself a moment, stepped into Marian's canoe, and caught up her paddle.
"Wait here, Sylvia.