It looked as if Thirlwell had carefully chosen his men, and she found out later that no fatigue she could bear troubled them.

After a time, the wind dropped as they ran round a bend, and getting close to the high bank, they began to pole.

At dusk they ran the canoe aground on a sheltered beach, and Agatha landed, feeling very tired and cold.

When supper was over and they sat by the fire she did not want to talk, and, going to her tent, soon fell asleep.
Next day they poled against the current and paddled, in bright sunshine, across a lake.

At noon they camped among short junipers, and the next morning carried the empty canoes, upside down, across a rocky point.