When she did so, he smiled reassuringly, leaning forward with wet hands clenched hard on the flashing paddle.

She felt that he was to be relied on.
Then she abandoned herself to the exhilaration of the furious descent, watching boulder and eddy stream by, while the spray that whirled about her brought the crimson to her face.

At length the pace grew a little slacker, and Weston drove the canoe into an eddy where a short rapid divided them from the smooth green strip of water that poured over what could almost be called a fall.

Then she turned toward him with glowing face.
"That was splendid!" she exclaimed.

"Can't we go right on down the fall ?" Weston ran the canoe in upon the shingle before he answered her.
"No," he said, though it cost him an effort not to do as she wished, "I'm sorry I can't take you down." Ida glanced at the slide of silky green water that leaped out over a shelf of rock and fell through a haze of spray into a whirling pool.
It did not look altogether attractive, and now that she could see it more clearly she rather shrank from it; but she was accustomed to having exactly what she wished, and her companion had not shown himself quite as ready to meet her views that day as she would have liked.