So he added: "There is supposed to be a difference between mature courage and the fool-hardiness of the unfledged--" "What ?" The quick close-clipped question cutting his own words silenced him.
And, as he made no reply, she continued to twist the red kerchief around her hair, and to knot it securely, her doubtful glance returning once or twice to his amused face.
When all had been made fast and secure she rested one arm on the gunwale and dropped the other across her knees, relaxing in every muscle a moment before departure.

And, somehow, to Hamil, the unconscious grace of the attitude suggested the "Resting Hermes"-- that sculptured concentration of suspended motion.
"You had better not go just yet," he said, pointing seaward.
She also had been watching the same thing that he was now looking at, a thin haze which again became apparent over the Gulf-stream.
"Do you think it will thicken ?" she asked.
"I don't know; you had a close call last time--" "There was no danger." "I think there was danger enough; you were apparently headed straight out to sea--" "I heard a ship's bell and swam toward it, and when the fog lifted I found you." "Why didn't you swim toward the shore?
You could hear the surf--and a dog barking." "I"-- she turned pink with annoyance--"I suppose I was a trifle tired--if you insist.

I realised that I had lost my bearings; that was all.

Then I heard a ship's bell....

Then the mist lifted and I saw you--but I've explained all that before.