"Look here, we'll punt you across if you like." "Like!" The girls hardly knew how to express their gratitude.
"The three of you'd be too heavy a load.

I think I'd better take just one at a time.

Can you manage to get in?
It's rather swampy here.

Give me your hand!" Ingred splashed ankle deep in oozy mud as she scrambled on board, but that was a trifle compared with the relief of being ferried over the river.

Her knight-errant was neither young nor handsome, being, indeed, rather bald and stout, but no orthodox interesting hero of fiction could have been more welcome at the moment.