He wasted no effort and did not seem to be working hard, but he did what he meant and the hint of force was plainer than when he talked.

Two _Metis_ were occupied with the canoe behind and as they poled and tracked they sang old songs made by the early French _voyageurs_.

Although the river had shrunk far down the bank, there was water enough for the canoes, and Agatha remarked how skilfully the men avoided the rocks in the channel and drove the craft up angry rapids.
When they nooned upon a gravel bank near the end of a wide lake it was fiercely hot.

The calm water, flashed like polished steel, and Agatha could hardly see the flames of the snapping fire; the smoke went up in thin gray wreaths that were almost invisible.

A clump of juniper grew among the stones and she sat down in the shade and looked about with dazzled eyes.