He was conscious that his companion was watching him closely, and when he let go the moorings and seated himself at the tiller the latter pointed up the lake.
"About a league yet--round that long point," he said.
A moderately fresh breeze came down across the pines, and when Weston, getting in the sheet, headed her close up to it, the boat, slanting sharply, leaped forward through the smooth water.

He sat a little farther to windward, and the slant of deck decreased slightly when Stirling did the same.
"You can't head there straight ?" the latter asked.
"No," said Weston, "not with the wind as it is.

She'll lie no higher." "Well," observed Stirling, "she's going, anyway.

That pleases me.

It helps one to get rid of the city.