She sat in the stern, a serene and smiling vision, while Merefleet toiled with one oar to counteract the growing strength of the off-shore wind.

But she very soon put down her sunshade, and he saw that she must speedily be drenched to the skin.

For the rain was heavy, drifting over the water in thick, grey gusts.

They were being driven steadily eastwards out to sea.
"I don't think my steering makes much difference, Big Bear," she said, after a long silence.
"No," said Merefleet.

"It would take all the strength of two rowers to make headway against this wind." He shipped his oar with the words and began to take off his coat.