Was this my triumph?
I saw a smile on her face.

Not she, but I, afforded the sport then.

I would not stand there, mocked for a fool by her eyes and her smile.
"Come back," I cried.
The boat moved on.

I was in the water to my knees.

"Come back," I cried.
I heard a laugh from the boat, a high nervous laugh; but the boat moved on.