We were afloat three days, and, naturally enough, became very well acquainted." Hawbury stopped, and sighed.
"I tell you what it is, Dacres," said he, "there never lived a nobler, more generous, and at the same time a braver soul than Ethel Orne.

She never said a word about gratitude and all that, but there was a certain quiet look of devotion about her that gives me a deuced queer feeling now when I think of it all." "And I dare say--But no matter." "What ?" "Well, I was only going to remark that, under the circumstances, there might have been a good deal of quiet devotion about you." Hawbury made no reply, but sat silent for a time.
"Well, go on, man; don't keep me in suspense." "Let me see--where was I?
Oh! floating on the raft.

Well, we floated that way, as I said, for three days, and at the end of that time we reached a settlement.

Here we found a steamer, and went on further, and finally reached Ottawa.

Here she went to the house of a friend.