She could not understand how he had got the canoe down to the river; and for that matter Weston, who had attempted it in a fit of anger, was never very sure.

Then she became conscious of a certain compunction.
The thing, she felt, had gone quite far enough, and when he drew level with her she called to him.
"You needn't take any more trouble.

I can go on by the trail, after all," she said.
Weston looked up.
"There's no reason why you should do that," he replied.

"I can't leave the canoe here, anyway, and I can take you in a little lower down." He went on without waiting for an answer, and though the trail was very rough she had no difficulty in keeping abreast of him along the bank.

Indeed, she felt that when he reached the spot where she could join him, he would have gone quite far enough, in view of the progress he was making.