A tall woman in a man's coat with the sleeves rolled up displaying muscular arms.

Her face, even in the half-light, looked harsh and gaunt.

With a skill, which spoke of long practice, she sprang from the canoe, scarcely rocking it, and proceeded to tie the painter securely to a heavy ring in the float.

Then she straightened herself and turned.
"I'll loose the dog!" she announced calmly.
Just that and no more! No arguments, no revilings, no display of any human quality.

There was something uncanny in her ruthlessness.
"If you do, it will be bad for the dog," said Callandar coldly.