To drive the canoe to windward was heavy labor, and while she lurched slowly across the combers the sun got low.

Lister's wet hands blistered and his arms ached, but he swung the paddle stubbornly, and at length the houses and hotel stood out from the beach.

When they got near the landing Ruth looked ahead.
"The train's ready to pull out!" she exclaimed.

"Can you make it ?" Lister tried.

His face got dark with effort and his hands bled, but in a few minutes he ran the canoe aground.