Harriet's arms ached from handling the tiller.
She was wet to the skin but clung steadily to her work.

The boatman was kept inside to watch for and stop leaks, of which there were many before the voyage came to an end.

At last the "Red Rover" slipped into comparatively calm water, amid a chorus of yells from the boys on shore.
George got up and waved his cap to the girls.

They answered the salute with three cheers, then Billy pulled the scow up to her former anchorage, and in a few moments she lay rolling easily in a moderate swell, safe, though considerably strained from her wild voyage across a lake that many larger and more seaworthy boats would have hesitated to brave..