With three in the boat there would be some rest from the toll." "I see solid ground yonder," I said, pointing as I spoke to the shadowy bank ahead.

"We might run the boat's nose in, and stretch our cramped limbs on shore.

There is little to be gained endeavoring to work with wearied muscles." "_San Juan_!" he returned, brightening instantly to the suggestion.
"'Tis the first word of good sense reaching my ears this cursed night of folly.

Head her in under the shade of yonder bush, Eloise, until I see if I can stand upright once more.".