She pressed his hand more closely and said: "Paul, are you ill ?" He replied by placing her soft, white hand upon his throbbing breast, and then moved toward the canoe.

He spoke not a word.

He pointed towards his canoe, and made a sign with his right hand from the eastern horizon up the semicircle of the sky.

She understood it to mean that he would return in the morning, at the rising of the sun.

He at once got into his canoe, and in a minute or two was paddling up the stream against the rushing tide.
Very early the following morning, Margaret was on deck preparing to go on shore while the tide was low, and, if possible, catch some fish for breakfast.