Not till then did the girl turn aside her face, as though studying the shore, which now melted in a soft, half-liquid band as black as coal-tar, above the luminous indigo of the river.
Suddenly Rudolph got upon his feet, and craning outboard from gunwale and thatched eaves, looked steadily forward into the dusk.

A chatter of angry voices came stealing up, in the pauses of the wind.

He watched and listened, then quickly drew in his head.
"Sit quiet," he said.

"A boat full of men.

I do not like their looks." Two or three of the voices hailed together, raucously.