This at least was a guarantee that they could not all sink together.

Even yet the danger of upsetting the canoe sideways was very great.

It was only necessity that enabled her to accomplish her task.
"Father, rouse yourself a little." She took Markham's old felt hat, upon which the insensible head was lying, and set it warmly over his brow.
She unfastened the bands that tied his body to the log.

She had not come without a small phial of the rum that was always necessary for her father, in the hope that she might find him alive.

She soaked some morsels of bread in this, and put it in the mouth of the man over whom she was working.