Fierce eyes glared mute hatred at him.
"It is unlikely that your ferry will be required again to-night.

But some one is sure to come to your relief quite early in the morning.
Until then bear your discomfort with what fortitude you can, remembering that you have brought it entirely upon yourself by your uncharitableness.

If you spend the night considering that, the lesson should not be lost upon you.

By morning you may even have grown so charitable as not to know who it was that tied you up.

Good-night." He stepped out and closed the door.
To unlock the ferry, and pull himself across the swift-running waters, on which the faint moonlight was making a silver ripple, were matters that engaged not more than six or seven minutes.