He could be trusted in an emergency, and for some obscure reason she was glad to feel he was the man she had thought.
Then she watched the other canoe, which had dropped astern.

The _Metis_ had set their sail, but she was not running well.

She swerved when she lifted with the waves and rolled until it looked as if she would capsize.

Now and then a sea broke over the gunwale and a crouching half-breed desperately threw out the water.

Another sat on a beam in the high stern and his pose was strangely tense.