The shock was too much for him, and he went down head-foremost, with the canoe upon him, and it felt quite heavy enough then.

As the man who attempts the feat has his hands spread out above him, that fall is, as a rule, a very awkward one.

It was a moment or two before he crawled out from under the craft, gasping, red in face, and somewhat out of temper, and he was not consoled by his companion's laugh.
"I am sorry you fell down, but you looked absurdly like a tortoise," she observed.
Weston glanced at the canoe disgustedly.
"Miss Stirling," he said, "I can't carry this thing while you stand there watching me.

Do you mind walking on into the bush ?" Ida was not in a very complaisant mood, and she glanced at him coldly.
"If my presence annoys you, I can, of course, go on," she said.
She felt that it was a little paltry when she walked on into the bush, but her action had been dictated at least as much by curiosity as by petulance.

She fancied that she had set the man a task that was almost beyond his strength, and, knowing that she could release him from it at any time, she was anxious to see what he would do.