It was his only rope, but he could not risk the danger of pulling up the bit of rock to which the other end of it was fastened.

Then, with a paddle, worked as silently as if it had been handled by an Indian, the canoe moved away, farther and farther, into the darkness.
"Is all well with you ?" said Dickory, thinking he might now safely murmur a few words.
"All well," she murmured back, "except that this is the most uncomfortable boat I ever sat in!" "I expect you are on my orange basket," he said; "perhaps you can move it a little." Now he paddled more strongly, and then he stopped.
"Where shall I take you, Mistress Bonnet ?" he asked, a little louder than he had dared to speak before.
Kate heaved a sigh before she answered; she had been saying her prayers.
"I don't know, you brave Dickory," she answered, "but it seems to me that you can't see to take me anywhere.

Everything is just as black as pitch, one way or another." "But I know the river," he said, "with light or without it.

I have gone home on nights as black as this.

Will you go to the town ?" "I would not know where to go to there," she answered, "and in such a plight." "Then to your home," said he.