Come, we are wasting time." "Stop!" cried Sam.
But she had passed swiftly down the sloping deck and dropped into the boat without his assistance.

He followed unsteadily, untied the painter, and jumped down after her.

They rowed for some time in silence after the retreating picnickers.

Before they came abreast of the hindmost boat, however, Sam spoke-- "Look here.

I can't help myself, and that's the truth.