Then it cost him a day's hard labor to rough out new plans with an ax and saw, and he afterwards found he must make a steaming-box to soften the wood so that it would bend into place.
On the second night he was tired and disturbed, but his sleep was light and he wakened shortly before daybreak.

It was not dark; he could see the trunks behind the camp and Agatha's white tent.

The ripples broke upon the beach with a gentle splash, and there was a faint sighing in the pine-tops.

Except for all this all was very quiet, and he wondered whether he had heard a canoe paddle in his dreams.

Then, not far off, a stone rattled as if it had been trodden on.
Thirlwell got up quietly and glanced about the camp.