It would be fine to sit out in the open, watch the moon and the stars, the mysterious banks gliding swiftly by, and new vistas always widening out ahead.

But not with this puny, sandy little "river character," not with anybody that night.

"No," replied she.

"I think I'll go to bed." She had hesitated--and that was enough to give him encouragement.

"Now, do come," he urged.