He suddenly changed his mind.
"Come on!" he whispered gruffly.

"We'll chance our luck together.

If you open your head I'll brain you! Wait here a minute." Job understood perfectly.

He crept down to the lake shore at his master's feet as quiet as a ghost.

Seeing the loaded boat he hopped delightedly into his accustomed place in the bow.
During June it never becomes wholly dark in the latitude of Lake Miwasa.