He swung up, breaking off the more insecure boughs, and was of the belief that we could get across in that way.

As he reached down, I swung the young woman up to him, and she clambered on as best she could.

Thus, I scarce know how, we all managed to reach the solid drift, and so presently found ourselves ashore, on a narrow, sandy beach, hedged on the back by a heavy growth of willows.
"Now then, you men," ordered Mandy McGovern, "get some wood out and start a fire, right away.

This here girl is shaking the teeth plumb out'n her head." Auberry and I had dragged some wood from the edge of the drift and pulled it into a heap near by, before we realized that neither of us had matches.
"Humph!" snorted our leader, feeling in her pockets.

She drew forth two flasks, each stoppered with a bit of corncob.