The heart was beating, though not strongly; the body was warm.
"Father, father." She shook him gently.
The answer was a groan, very feeble.

It told her at once that the man before her was stricken with some physical ill that made him incapable of responding to her.
And now what was she to do?
It was necessary by some means to get her father into the canoe.

To that she did not give a second thought, but while he still lived it seemed to her monstrous to take him either back to Fentown Falls or down to The Mills.

Her horror of prison and of judgment for him had grown to be wholly morbid and unreasonable, just because his terror of it had been so extreme.

Only one course remained.
She had the chart that David Brown had given her.