Its effect upon the current of the water was said to be so slight that the only way to discover where it ran was by throwing some light particles upon the water and watching to see whether they drifted outwards from the wood steadily.

She turned the boat gently against a broken stump from which she could take a decaying fragment.

An hour passed.

She wearily crossed the water to and fro, casting out her chips of punk, straining her eyes to see their motion in the moonlight.

The breeze that had moved the smoke had gone again.