Without a word he stepped to the boat, and, seizing it, dragged it entirely out upon the bar, where her strength would not be equal to shoving it off quickly, and, not content with this, he made the painter fast, then went back to his fire.

The eagerness died out of her face, but an instant later, when he turned to the clearer water of the eddy to fill the coffee-pot, she seized her chance and sped up the bar towards the bank.

The shingle under foot and her noisy skirts betrayed her, and with an oath he followed.

It was an unequal race, and he handled her with rough, strong hands when he overtook her.
"So! You lied to me! Well, I'm through with this foolishness.

If you'll go back on your word like this you'll 'bawl me out' before the priest, so I'll forget my promise, too, and you'll be glad of the chance to marry me." "Let me go!" she panted.