All at once her eye caught the well-known craft, which was not, however, far behind, but almost level with the others.

Per must have rowed like a madman.

She was well able to estimate the distance, and could appreciate such a feat of oarsmanship, and, entirely forgetting her pain and that she was alone, she turned round as if to a crowd of spectators, and pointing at the boats she said, with sparkling eyes, "Look at him! that's the boy to row!" Meanwhile Per sat in his boat, tearing at his oars till all cracked again.

It was as though he wished to punish himself by his gigantic efforts.

Her form grew smaller and smaller as he rowed out to sea, till at length she was out of sight; but he had deserved it all.